My First Post On Tumblr Of A Fanart Of Gojo :)

Talks of kidnapping

Kitsune!Suguru who has never believed in a higher power before. He knows that spirits exist but nothing other than that. He couldn’t help but laugh when others brought up the notion of a person in the sky who could see your every movement.

Kistsune!Suguru who had scoffed when someone had been talking about a saint who was sent by god himself and could heal the sick. It was pure nonsense that someone could heal others, especially humans.

Kitsune!Suguru who climbs the mountain to the monastery where the supposed saint is. He needs to disprove this myth that people are peddling. Not for others, of course, but for his own gain. Maybe he could pick up his they are pretending to heal people and use it to his advantage.

Kitsune!Suguru who is sceptical when he sees you. He had expected someone much older than you. Someone whose hair has gone white and looks like a sage. But you are completely different from what he expected.

A white kimono is draped over your body and a veil over your face. He feels slightly irritated that your face is hidden from him. The only parts of you he can see are the lower half of your face, your hands and a sliver of collar bone.

Kitsune!Suguru who lets you touch him willingly when you ask. He was never a fan of touch let alone from humans but yours has a calming quality to it.

“What ails you?” Your voice rings out like a bell in the large room.

“My leg.” Suguru answers bluntly, waiting for you to give some sort of tell that you were faking your abilities.

Kitsune!Suguru who is proven wrong as the leg he had injured himself was put back into place. He stares at you in pure disbelief as your hand warms his and your brows scrunch in concentration. His leg is fully healed when you look back up at him with a kind smile.

“Is there anything else that hurts?” You say sweetly to him.

Suguru is tempted to break his leg again to make you heal it. Your light and warmth is addicting. He needs more. His mind thinks of all the ways he could steal you away from here to keep your light all to himself. It would be so easy to get past those monks. Suguru wants more of this new found heavenly light he has found in you, he wants more of you.

And he will do anything to get it.

-Mdni, talk of sex-

Late one night Suguru gets a knock at his door. You are standing there in a thin dress and robe over it. His eyes trace your body in it. Your expression is concerned as you look him over.

“I could hear you tossing and turning from my room.” You say.

“Oh-” He starts, he hopes you didn’t hear what he has just done to thoughts of you. “I am fine, just restlessness nothing more.”

You don’t seem to convinced with his answer if the slight scrunch to your brows have anything to say about it. He can’t tell you the truth about his sleepless nights. It would scare you off to know how often he thinks of you in those midnight hours.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” You offer.

Suguru’s eyes widen considerably at your offer. Do even know what you are offering him? He doesn’t think you understand the full implications of your statement.

Because he would die for you to stay with him. He would give up his status as the god of the dead to taste you on his tongue. It was almost too tempting to take you up on your offer and drag you to his bed.

His hands itch to take, to give, to hold you down and take what he has wanted since he first saw you.

“I can’t sleep either so I thought we could help each other out?” You say sheepishly, a blush to your cheeks.

Suguru breathes deeply before letting you in.

You walk over to the bed and climb into it. Suguru follows suit but his eyes are on you as you pull a blanket over yourself. He climbs in beside you and you look up at him.

Your eyes are tired and from the red tint to them you have been crying. He longs to make sure you never cry again. Suguru would make you happy, he was sure of that.

“Thank you.” You yawn out as your eyes droop down.

“No need.” He chuckles softly as your eyes finally shut.

During the night you end up snuggled into his chest. He shouldn’t have allowed you to do this. You are far too close to him. He could easily slip in between your legs like he was fantasising about earlier.

Restraint, he reminds himself, he will not touch you without your permission. It would only be good for him if you also wanted it. He couldn’t stand you being scared or in pain while he took you.

Suguru wanted you to want him back.

Act 2 part 1

The Hanging Garden

Lavender

Pomegranate seeds- Hades!Geto x reader

Masterlist

Love magic and other things gone wrong - Geto x Witch!Reader

One-shot

Forget-me-nots

Labyrinth - Dionysus!Gojo x reader

One-shot

Dirty little Secret - Guitarist!Geto x Singer!reader x Fanboy!Gojo

Setlist

Poppies

Heaven is here- if you want it - Demon!Sukuna x reader

One-shot

Sunflowers

Cowboy Like Me - Outlaw!Yuki x reader

Part 1

Hey 💌 I’m Saja — a mother trying to hold onto hope through days that feel impossibly heavy.

I know you probably see a lot online, but if you could take just a moment… I’d be so grateful.

💫 A reblog of my pinned post could help our story reach someone who cares.

🌿 And if you’re in a place to give, even a small donation could bring comfort to my daughter and help us feel safe again.

@sajagz, thank you for listening.

Even gentle support creates strength.

From one heart to another — thank you 🤍

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That post about death note being "everyone's first anime" (untrue statement) made me curious and now I want to gather data for science

Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?

now playing…

habibi by tamino

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canon! suguru x reader

chat i fear i have no idea what this is. pls be gentle w me i’ve been hating my writing recently.

cw’s!!: descriptions of violence/gore (?), descriptions of vomiting, blood, angst, uhmmm uhhhhh mentions of religion?? (very minimal), and gn! reader

wc: 533 :p

unblinking.

that’s the first thing suguru noticed about your eyes this time around.

usually it would be the cloudiness, the distant way your eyes were fixed on him but never truly focused. you always looked right past him.

tonight, though… tonight was different.

your eyes followed him as always, but they were held wide. you were looking at him and he looked at you right back. he briefly (ridiculously) wondered if you could see the difference in him. the way he had changed after…

you don’t say anything (it’s not like his mind could conjure up your voice at this point, it had been years) but you look at him like you know. know what he did.

he’s calm. collected as he usually is.

your eyes reflect something strange, a filmy, cloudy sort of glare from an unknown light source that was all too familiar to him. something that maliciously mimics the sparkle in your eyes, something that tries to lure him in with dilated pupils and a hope for forgiveness.

“my love.” is all he says. it’s the same greeting as every night, a short moment of weakness (reminiscence) that he allows himself. you never say anything back.

and yet, your lips part tonight.

what leaves you is a sick, warbled sound. something suffocating. wet. sounds of struggling and sobbing before finally silence.

and then the sound repeats. echoes around the liminal space.

your lips are only slightly parted, as if you were simply a recipient for the horrific sounds leaving you. simply output, a blank slate for his mind to use to torture him. he can see every expression in his minds eye, a vision that was previously silent now fully voiced courtesy of you. he had forgotten that part; the sounds. he forced them out of his mind.

he feels the hot tears rolling down his cheeks again, the weight of steel in his palm, the taste of blood on his tongue. he feels the scratches you left on him, the stinging red marks that others insist have long faded (he swears he sees something faint… not scarred, but deep in his skin. no matter how deep he gouged at his flesh, the thin marks always returned. light against dark scars).

it wasn’t a curse, he knew that. he would’ve never asked for you to come back. to stay alive.

this is you.

he’s crouched over the toilet as soon as he wakes, each heave and cave of his stomach sickeningly reminding him of the sounds that left your likeness.

he has no right. he should’ve swallowed each wave of bile, suffered with the taste and unpleasant warmth of it all. even that couldn’t have compared to the blood your lungs filled with. he watched you choke on your own blood, he knows it was nowhere near comparable.

maybe one day he’d repent. even if he didn’t deserve mercy — forgiveness — he’d repent. pray until his knees were sore and bloody and his folded hands were melded together (not to any gods, no. but to you — as if you and a god were any different in his mind).

Labyrinth - Preview

Summary - As the God of Wine, Satoru Gojo has always had a passion for the grand parties he attends. He has a wonderful lifestyle consisting of getting horribly drunk at parties. But lately it has seem to dull.

When he finds a beautiful woman crying on the beaches of Naxos he decides to help her in an effort to save him from boredom. And soon a simple curiosity turns into something deeper.

Pairing - Dionysus!Satoru Gojo x Ariadne!Reader

Content - Fluff, angst, smut, Gojo being Gojo, drinking, mentions of murder

The pale beaches of Naxos are a contrast to the torn purple dress of the woman sitting in the sand. Her eyes are on the spot where the horizon kisses the sky. She looks out at the water longingly, like it was a lost loved one.

Satoru approaches carefully hoping to get a better look at this interesting mortal. He doesn’t usually interfere with the boring affairs of mortals like the others but he is rather bored so why not.

She looks back at him as he approaches, her eyes are rimmed with red and the sun shaped blush on her cheeks is smudged from crying.

“What is a beautiful woman like you crying on the beach?” He asks with a curious smile.

The woman looks down then back out at the sea, “My intended left me here.”

He hums in understanding and sits down next to her on the sand. Her reaction is very different from the fights he has seen over lovers in the heavens. Maybe the Gods are a petty bunch but she seems not the least bit angry.

How interesting.

cult leader! suguru x reader who makes you nap on his bare chest during his meetings with whoever. he wraps his robe around you like a blanket and strokes your hair and rubs your back when you start fussing in your sleep. your precious sleeping form keeps him from crashing out on the nasties he has to talk to. don’t worry about embarrassment if someone does so much as looks at you funny they’ll be gone before they even know it, it took maybe two people before everyone was terrified to do so much as look at you. and when you wake up he’s hand feeding you fresh fruits and ignoring/kicking everyone out LMAO

Nerd!Gojo who has never really been interested in girls, not that they were interested in him either.

His personality, copious amount of digimon shirts and his condescending attitude has sent every girl sprinting in the opposite direction. Any girl who showed any flicker of interest because of his looks learned quickly why the others steered clear of him.

Nerd!Gojo who never minded that until he saw you. You were a transfer student halfway through the spring semester. The professor had introduced you to the class in the usual monotone he lectured in.

You had smiled and taken the seat next to his at the front of the class. He had blinked in confusion at you choosing to sit next to him when there were multiple other seats open. You didn’t talk to him though, just began to take notes as the teacher lectured.

Nerd!Gojo who is naturally gifted when it comes to his classes except for history. He can do math problems in seconds but can’t really tell the Nara and Heian eras apart.

You, on the other hand, know all the answers to every question. The pride that he had cultivated from his constant ability to know things suffers when he can’t answer the teacher but you answer with practiced ease.

Nerd!Gojo who, for the first time in his academically gifted life, tries to study. He does his best but something about it just isn’t sticking. He can answer the question after he studies but they slip his mind as soon as he is next to you in class.

You must be throwing him off somehow.

Nerd!Gojo who blushes bright red with frustration and something else when you help him understand a term in the textbook he has been glaring at for the past fifteen minutes. You just smile kindly, not knowing how you frustrate him.

Nerd!Gojo who decides to just ignore you, if he doesn’t talk to you long enough you will find another seat and stop frustrating him. You catch on to him ignoring him three days in. This doesn’t seem to effect you much and you just keep to yourself.

Nerd!Gojo who comes to a horrifying realisation a week into his plan, he likes your attention.

Ah Yes. Me. My girlfriend. And her ¥75,000 plushie of myself.