Pairing – Gojo X Oblivious!reader

What's your writing process like? Like, is there a vibe you set up or create before writing (like music or other things)?

So music is a big part of it unless I am really into what I am writing. I usually need music to do basically anything because of my adhd but with writing I need a song with the vibe of what I am writing!

Thank you for asking

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

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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).

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

Historian! Reader x Demon! Sukuna core:

Sooo finishing up Demon Sukuna but currently plotting out Guitarist!Geto x Reader x Fanboy!Gojo do you guys want like a series or just a one shot? Because I have ideas for both. 🤭

Drunk!Geto would be so clingy with you. He was brought into the house by Nanami and Gojo and he instantly latched onto you once you opened the door. He would sweetly talk about how much he loved you and how much you meant to him. When you responded to him with the same affection he would get all happy, he also was more bold. Letting his hands run down your hips to grab your ass as he talked to you in a drunk affectionate tone like he wasn’t grabbing your ass. When he got into bed with you, he would keep his head resting on your chest listening to your heartbeat as he hummed. He would lift his head and look at you with a small frown when he felt you try to move away from him. All he wanted was for you to be close to him, even if he was drunk.

I wanna write more for this but I have two series before this 🫠

Okay so I need you guys to hear me out on something- we all know about reader being a part of yandere!geto’s congregation, us basically worshipping him and that’s great but what about him worshipping reader?

Like him declaring reader a saint or divine being or something (I don’t have everything worked out yet) and keeping them confined to the inner part of the cult with him. He would take excellent care of reader, mommy suguru, who would only address the congregation behind a curtain or a veil because he is POSSESSIVE over his saint.

Do we fuck with that dash?

I’m never drawing ever again

Dirty little Secret mood board <3