Jjk Suguru - Blog Posts

I Feel Like a Kid.

This scene lives rent-free in my head AAAAAAAAAAAAA my god this is so good.

scene based on Over the Threshold in A03 written beautifully by @fushiglow

I hope u like it!!!!💞💞💞🥹🥹🥹

"First one who dies is gay"

Feel like this could be a meme template.

Young love... They don't know the tragedy ahead..

_~°•*JJK Headcanons*•°~_

For the Ghetto Sugarboo fans

Geto Suguru x Blk!Fem!Reader

Tags/Warnings: Fluff!canon, no smut/lemon, Geto is cheeky bc why not, Satoru is his own warning

$+_+$+_+$+_+$+_+$+_+$+_+$+_+$+_+$

Bf!Geto who:

Let's you use his shampoo and conditioner because IK we'll all be DAMNED if some cute, sexy man has better hair than us

Makes his curses follow at least 3 cars of width behind you when you need to go out (at night and away from home)

Refrains from calling your family w/o cursed energy monkeys because it's derogatory

Keeps you on his arm at all times when you go out with him in public so nothing happens to you

Let's you do/practice on his hair when you feel inspiration coming on

Introduces you to Mimiko and Nanako and gets little butterflies when he sees you three getting along so well...

Loses all of those butterflies when introducing to Satoru.

He (Satoru) took an immediate liking to you (platonic) after realizing that you also like to get on Ghetto's nerves

Vows never to bring the both of you around Nanami at the same time because you'll cause him to age 30 years

Loves at home movie dates with you, he likes cuddling with you while you talk through previews,

he likes holding you if it's a scary movie that you can't sit still through

Who lost every thought he had for a few minutes when you first said 'I love you'

$+_+$+_+$+_+$+_+$+_+$+_+$+_+$+_+$

Guys give me more ideas for hc's plsssss

mdni!!! (≧∀≦)

UMMMMM UHHHHHHH BLAME THIS ON THIS POST AND VALE I DIDNT DO ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!

cw’s!!: light(?) petplay (sugu calls u puppy + clicker trains u hehe), very very light dacryphilia, gn! reader (no specific parts mentioned other than the fact that ur bottoming!!), husband sugu…. the loml……..

wc: 792 :3

it started off as something silly! “for positive reinforcement.” suguru had explained simply when you narrowed your eyes at his initial mention of the idea. even after that (very poor) explanation, you still weren’t completely convinced.

“i’m just worried about you, my love. we’ve exhausted every option, haven’t we? why not try something unconventional?” and you would’ve refused once again, but ohhh, the way he wrapped his arms around your waist as he spoke… he was only worried for your wellbeing, after all…

he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head after your reluctant agreement.

and honestly? it wasn’t that bad at first! you had honestly thought that he forgot about the whole thing after a week of radio silence on the topic.

it wasn’t until he got home from a full day of errands that it was brought up again.

“did you eat, pretty?” he asked softly after pressing a peck to your lips in greeting. as soon as you let out a small hum of affirmation, there was a distinct sound coming from your husbands pocket that made your eyes narrow in suspicion.

two distinct clicks.

it took you a second to realize what it was, but an annoyed huff left you when you saw the smug look on his face. fucking bastard…

“good job, puppy.” you could only push him away as he laughed and heat rose to your cheeks.

it became almost routine after that. yes, you did huff and pout a couple of times after that initial instance, but you were used to the clicker after the first week. it was the same routine every time — you did something to take care of yourself, you got two clicks and a small praise from him.

and maybe… after a while… you found yourself purposefully taking care of yourself just so he could praise you… (you weren’t very good at hiding it, he saw the way your perked up expectantly whenever you told him about something good that you did.)

the thing is: if this whole arrangement started off as an experiment, why was the small, plastic device resting in his palm while you were struggling to sink onto his cock?

“c’mon pup, you got it...” his free hand is squeezing at your hip, the pads of his fingers digging into the soft skin there (it’d probably bruise later, but that’s the last thing on your mind at the moment).

“stop-… stop callin’ me that…” your voice comes out much whinier than you would’ve liked, but who could blame you? it was always so hard to take him in this position.

your bottom lip is in a small pout and wobbling slightly in frustration, your watery eyes fixed on where you and suguru meet. he stays quiet, running his hands over your skin in a comforting gesture to ease some of the tension in your muscles (it works, of course. his touch always brought you an unexplainable sort of comfort.)

you finally take all of him a few minutes later with a small, whimpered curse, the building tears in your eyes finally rolling down your cheeks when you feel the tip of his cock nudge right against that spot inside of you.

click click!

“thaaat’s it, puppy… fuck-“ a winded sort of chuckle leaves him. “— squeezed so tight when i used the clicker… you like it that much?” his hips twitch up into you involuntarily, making a strangled little whimper leave you against your will as you shake your head adamantly in denial.

“no? i must’ve been imagining things, then.” he breathes, finally starting the slow rock of his hips (of course he’d never let you do any of the work on your own!)

even so, your hips move to meet his motions while small, punched out moans escape your lips.

“there you go, puppy…” he groans softly. “takin’ me so well, so good f’me.” he’s practically babbling out praises at this point and as much as you wanted to deny it, the annoying little nickname he gave you was getting you close embarrassingly fast.

and fuck, the final thing that does you in are the godforsaken two clicks! that your brain had seemed to be specifically searching for.

his eyes are wide as he watches you unravel on top of him, the small whimpers leaving you only further confirming your puppy-like nature to your husband.

“did you just-” “shut up.” your voice is weak with embarrassment and your orgasm, but he’s quick to listen despite that.

he silently hopes he could train you to do that every time he used the clicker. how fun would that be?

eres mia by romeo santos w suguru. yeah.