Cult Leader! Suguru X Reader Who Makes You Nap On His Bare Chest During His Meetings With Whoever. He

Suguru Geto would love a clumsy partner- especially Yandere!Suguru- not because he wants you to trip or anything.

No, he likes to guide you through crowded places. His hand will settle on the small of your back or he will hold your hand as you two walk through the streets of Tokyo.

It means a lot to him to have you trust him enough to let him guide you. Suguru feels needed when you let him take the lead. He backs off if you want him to but it makes him melt to see you trusting him.

Suguru loves it when you lean on him.

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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pairing – gojo x oblivious!reader

a/n : short drabble based on this ask :3 , i am always humbling reader in my fics so let's make him grovel here to make it fair :3

7:42 AM.

the little bell above your diner's door chimes, and like clockwork, he's here.

the morning sun slants through the wide glass windows, casting long golden streaks across the checkered floor. the scent of fresh bread lingers in the air, mingling with the faint hum of an old jukebox playing some soft, jazzy tune. satoru gojo steps in like he owns the place—like he owns every space he walks into—moving with that effortless arrogance of a man who’s never been told ‘no’ and actually believed it.

his sunglasses dangle from the collar of his crisp white shirt, his sleeves rolled up just enough to tease at lean forearms, veins faintly visible beneath his skin. there's a playful ruffle in his snowy hair, like he just ran a careless hand through it, and the slight crook of his lips makes it very clear he’s in one of his moods. outside, the world is still waking up, but here, in this tiny corner of the city, satoru gojo is already in full swing.

but the real kicker? the grin. that goddamn grin, lazy and lopsided, as if he already knows he's won a game you didn't even know you were playing. it's the kind of smile that should come with a warning label—dangerous, reckless, prone to making your stomach flip if you’re not careful.

you shoot him a bright smile, already reaching for his usual. “morning, satoru! long night?”

he leans against the counter, the wood creaking under his weight, eyes locked onto yours with the kind of intensity that should set something on fire. “awful. i spent hours thinking about something. couldn't sleep a wink.”

your brows furrow slightly, fingers wrapping around a tall glass as you place his usual drink in front of him. “oh no! work stuff?”

he takes a slow sip of his chocolate malt milkshake—extra whipped cream, just the way he likes it—his lips curving around the straw in an infuriatingly slow manner. his gaze never wavers. “you stuff, actually.”

you gasp, absolutely touched. “satoru! that's so sweet! i had no idea you liked my cooking that much.”

his fingers tighten ever so slightly around the cold glass. a lesser man would fold right then and there, but satoru gojo? delusional.

he chuckles, low and smooth, tilting his head as his voice drops to that slow, deliberate drawl. “i do like your food, but i was thinking more about the woman behind the counter. the one with the cute apron and the even cuter smile.”

your eyes light up, and for a second—just one, fleeting second—his heart leaps. this is it. she finally—

“oh my god, you mean—mika?! yeah, she’s great! she only works the afternoon shift, though. i can give you her number if you want?”

satoru's soul ascends. and it's not in the good way.

“no,” he says, voice tight, and it takes everything in him not to cry-laugh into his milkshake. “i meant you, sweetheart.”

your lips part slightly, like the thought has never even occurred to you. "me?"

“you,” he repeats, a little more desperate now, like a man clinging to a lifeline in stormy waters. “c’mon, don’t tell me you’ve never noticed how much i like you.”

you blink once. then twice. then— “aw, satoru!” you beam, placing a warm hand over his much larger one, your fingers barely covering the span of his knuckles. “i like you too!”

his breath hitches.

“you're such a great friend!”

the moment stretches, hangs in the air like a thread about to snap. satoru doesn’t blink. doesn’t breathe. somewhere in the distance, a car honks, a cup clatters, life moves on.

but then you squeeze his hand—soft, warm, devastatingly innocent—and flash him a smile so radiant he nearly forgets the last ten seconds ever happened.

“here! on the house today,” you say, sliding a small plate of fluffy cream puffs toward him. the golden shells glisten under the morning light, filled to the brim with silky vanilla custard and dusted with a light sprinkle of powdered sugar. “something sweet for someone just as sweet!”

…he’s never been more in love in his entire life.

let’s settle this shit but do NOT reblog if you’re gonna be modest about it like a little BITCH. anyway privilege check tell me which ones apply to you: hot, funny, can dance, can do math, can spell, can drive, can cook

Prints here!

A redraw of something I did exactly a year ago to the day and never really liked so. He got a lil glow up!

He no longer skips leg day. Or really any day. Whew

“can mutuals dm you?” my mutuals can fire me from a cannon through a brick wall, looney tunes style. as long as we’re all having fun

🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

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But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

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Donate to Help Mosab saving who's left of his family

My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

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With all my love and gratitude,

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TW- yandere behaviour, isolation, baby trapping, slight deification

Suguru had noticed you vaguely as a part of his congregation early on. You had a quieter demeanour than the others who flocked to him for selfish reasons. Your non-sorcerer status was not something that he could just over look so he didn’t pay much attention to you.

That was until he was until he saw you with the twins. He had brought them to the cult since no one could watch them and a meeting had ran too long. They had somehow managed to make it all the way to the lobby by the time he found them.

What he hadn’t expected was you to be crouched down to their level, speaking softly to them. You had a soft smile on your face as you had comforted them.

Maybe his obsession started then or when you had led them to him, a glimmer of amusement in your eyes.

All Suguru knows is that he can’t let you leave him or the girls now.

After a few weeks of him getting to know about you, about your family and all other aspects of your life he only is more enthralled. He starts to make a plan to get you in his arms.

Suguru would never force you, he isn’t a monster! You just need a push to see that only he can protect and love you the way you deserve. He can’t be blamed for helping you see what was obvious to him.

You are so confused and scared as the people close to you drop like flies. He feels bad at the panic in your eyes as you tell him that something has cursed you. But it is a small price to pay to keep you safe with him.

Suguru convinces you that he can’t let help you if you move in with him. He explains that demonic spirits cannot enter the time vessel building so as long as you stay here you won’t be touched. You mostly comply but when you get too adventurous he sends one of his curses to spook you back into his waiting arms.

He finds joy in soothing your worries and fears. Suguru always guides your weeping face into his chest for comfort. You have so many but you don’t need to worry about anything anymore, Suguru has you and he wasn’t going to let you go.

Because you are something divine, a being of pure light trapped in a non-sorcerer’s body and he is going to worship you the way you deserve. You have his undivided devotion for as long as he lives, he wouldn’t dream of letting a saint out of his arms.

When he finally coaxes you into his bed his conviction of you being divine is proven right. You are perfect in every way, you were made just for him, sent his way by fate to make up for his terrible existence.

When he convinces you to marry him you are presented as the saint you are. He dresses you in the finest clothing and you sit with him above his congregation.

But he sees how the men look at you so a screen is put up so they can only see a vague outline of you. He can’t let non-sorcerers see you, it would be too much for them.

Suguru’s heart breaks when you express your discontent with your life. His chest aches as you cry about how lonely you feel. He kisses away your tears and pulls you into his lap.

Maybe he should give you another child, he knows how much you adore the twins but a child that held both of your DNA could keep you here and happy. He can already see another child, one with your eyes, running around. And you would look so beautiful pregnant with his child.

That last thought steels his resolve.

Suguru will always make sure to keep you happy, with any means necessary.

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Eventually he fully accepts his role in the relationship, his walls dropping to let You and Suguru take care of him.

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