https://t.co/D4jahBtKG1

Geto w very messy hair #SuguruGeto #JJK

ᅟᅟ— ᅟᅟyou better start begging if you want me back.

ᅟᅟ— ᅟᅟare you out of your fucking MIND, THINKING i'm just gonna welcome you in like one of your pimps? this time, the curse eater himself raised his body, making sure to get a good look at that body he threw on the ground. a quick movement moved a wave of hair out of sight.

he scoffed, and the absurdity of the expression could be felt even by the breath close to fushiguro's face – not for long. that body was violently tossed down the elevated spot, reserved for the head of that temple, which the gaki dared to taint.

as the false monk hovered around in search of signs of insanity. he had all of them – none that would justify. ᅟᅟ— ᅟᅟ... for your to come here and flaunt yourself like a whore, swearing you "couldn't stay away" ...

succumbing to that touch wasn't an option. geto wouldn't lie – the return of his favorite pet got him absolutely exultant. but toji had a lesson to learn. and for that, the beautiful face was grabbed with violence. firmly, meant to be held in one place

ᅟᅟ— ᅟᅟone thousand, one hundred and seventy one days. each syllable of those numbers was articulated carefully in a firm tone. ᅟᅟ— ᅟᅟ that's three years, if your monkey brain can't do the math. three years, toji. and even if he lunged closer,

the sudden approach, those sweet words. the motherfucker knew how to bend the knee. suguru didn't want to hide how his body reacted, with his heart racing and breath increasing its rhythm as the chest went up and down while that body dared to tower up on him.

enthralled by his filthiness, unable to look back from it. why would it be different? two years had passed. and although the decision to go separate ways was mutual, the feeling of witnessing the greatness of that man remained unmatched.

toji was a lifelong obsession – the worst kind. in geto's darkest hours, he remembered the taste of his shoe. in the lightest, he's reliving that beautiful moonlit light, gutting him in an alley. every since he's got his hand on that corpse, he felt poisoned.

or was it a blessing? hilarious irony, not to say the opposite. who else would have the sorcerer questioning his most profound beliefs by crossing his halls in inhuman speed? who would be better to fulfill his wish for violence than the one who started it in the first place?

the chosen facade to portray the image of a monk couldn't really manage to touch suguru's beliefs – no space for gods on his pantheon but himself. however, the chain of events had him questioning the possibility of cosmic punishment for the first time.

Happy birthday Suguruuu #夏油傑誕生祭2026 #夏油傑生誕祭2026

this and a muzzle. 💕

ᅟᅟ— ᅟᅟthe worst part is that i was happy. at some point, i thought you saw something other than yourself.

the question was thoroughly considered, it was visible how the cogs turned in his mind. the conclusion? satoru's face was lightly tossed to the side, as the curse eater turned his back.

i wanna see you repeat that with all of your guts hanging out.

전부 아름다우세요 조복해도 되나요?

ᅟᅟ— ᅟᅟafter all, this might be the first time you actually understand me.

ᅟᅟ— ᅟᅟaw, c'mon. satoru. don't make that face. delicately does he holds the taller man's face, squeezing lightly on the cheek so he pouts. that sick smile lingers in suguru's face. it never carried any traces of happiness, noticeable by the emptiness of his eyes.