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i still have requests in my inbox that i need to get to (and i will lol pinky promise) but there’s an itch to write squid game winner namgyu x reader series. THE ANGST. THE SMUT. NENENDNDNKAOOCOWKWB.

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Hiii are you still active?

hey pookie!! i’m alive and well, writing’s just been slow since uni’s absolutely kicking my ass :P

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can i say that i want a seijoh 4 orgy w me or is that too horny for main

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Small Matsukawa Issei drabble. I want to eat that man UP.

cw: big dick issei (what’s new), belly bulge

Issei has you bent over the edge of the bed, his big, warm hands running over your sides and your hips soothingly, lips kissing away at the curve of your back to help distract you from the stretch.

The thing is, he knows he’s big. Knows from the way the rest of the Seijoh 4 gasped and laughed and made jokes about his cock killing somebody when they gpt too drunk and did a dick measuring contest. Knows from the way most people only take half of him before they’re wildly tapping at his hips and pushing at his abs to make him pull out. Knows from the way your pretty, sparkling eyes widened when he slid his boxers down after making you orgasm on his skilled tongue for the nth time.

You whimper and grip at the dark sheets of his bed when the first half slides into you, fitting snugly. Issei does a soft shhh, his hand coming down on top of your fingers, thumb running over your knuckles.

“I knooow, baby.” he coos, admiring how your skin breaks out in goosebumps, how your perfect lips pop open, your eyes screwed shut, “It’s a lot to take, huh?”

“…A lot.” you parrot, already almost braindead to the world. You never knew someone could have such a huge dick. The thing betwen Issei’s legs was something only found in porn or a perticularly intimidating dildo that your friends would point out at a sex shop jokingly.

“Yeeah, sweetheart’s cunt is too small for my dick?” Issei continues to tease, trying to bite down his smirk when you whine after he pushes another inch in, “Can you say, ah, big streeetch?”

Your eyebrows pull together in confusion, lips opening and closing, trying to find your words. Issei’s eyes look down to where the two of you are connected, how your cunt is struggling to accomodate his dick, how your body trembles involuntarily.

“Bi-big stretch.” You manage to repeat as your voice breaks into an abrupt scream of his name as Issei slams home in one harsh thrust.

He doesn’t move, just stays there, calloused fingers slithering underneath your body, rubbing at your sensitive clit, making you whine.

“Like ripping off a bandaid, huh?” Issei jokes, his frree hand running down your hair in a gesture that’s supposes to be soothing.

“Fu-fucking asshole.” you murmur, blinking away the spots dancing across your vision.

Even if the pain is there, even if he’s not even moving, his cock is big enough to hit all the right spots. Life was definitely unfair sometimes.

“Yeah, yeah, hold on tight, baby.”

“Wha-“

Your words are knocked out of you as Issei pulls out until only the tip of his dick is left inside of you, admiring the way your clear juices are making his skin glitsen in the low light and slams back inside, his hips smacking against your ass, the noises of skin againsy skin ringing our throghout the bedroom.

Issei sets a steady pace, his toned body falling over yours, skin hot and flushed and sweaty. You can’t even find it within yourself to mind the weight, just moaning and whining and scrambling to hold onto something.

Issei’s fingers accidentely slip off of your clit, and he actually gasps. Before your drowsy mind can conjure up a question, or a complaint, he’s dropping to the floor, not even pulling out as you land on top of him, crying out when his cock goes even deeper at the new angle, the tip brushing against your cervix.

Your head tosses back against his shoulder, before he gets his breathing under control, grabbing your chin and making you look down.

“Look. Fucking look how deep I am.”

Right underneath your belly button, there’s an bulge protruding. Unmistakably him.

“Holy fucking shit.” Issei pants, shaky hands grabbing on your hips, maneuvering you like a puppet on his cock, slamming all the way down, as if he can’t leave even an inch of his cock bare of the warm comfort of your pussy, “Holyyyy fucking shit, I’m never letting you go, baby.”

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There's not enough Kuroken x reader content out there so i'm writing more. Today, I offer you a small drabble

cw: kiiind of threesome, kenma is pussy-whipped and kind of obsessed, a little rough, a little angsty at the end lol

"You have more fangirl pussy than you know how to deal with and yet the only one you want is my girlfriend's." Kuroo cackles, his cat-like golden eyes watching everything unfold from the armchair he's parched up on.

"Shut up." Kenma mutters, his hips smacking harder into yours, as if that could help relieve the frustration he felt towards Kuroo. "Nobody else feels as good as she does. Could fucking die and heaven wouldn't be as good as her, ah- nasty cunt."

You whine at the insult and Kenma only grins, not feeling guilty at all.

You're splayed out underneath Kenma's body, hands clutching at the expensive silk sheets of his bed, head held down, face all but smushed into the pillow by Kenma's hand laid on top of it. Your lips are opened in a soft 'o', moans and drool slipping out easily. Kenma can't find himself minding.

"A bit sacrilegious, no?" Kuroo cackles again, the hyena-like sound bouncing off of the walls. Kenma offers him a bored, unimpressed gaze.

"Good- feel good, ah! Too much, too-" you babble, your dictionary reduced to only a few select words.

You're doing your best to meet his harsh, erratic thrusts, to clench around him, but all coherent thoughts have left your head soon after the second orgasm from his tongue.

"Too much? Awh, is it too much for my fragile baby?" Kenma scoffs, tugging at your hair, arching your back even more harshly, "Well, too bad. You'll just have to lay there all pretty and take it."

The only sounds in the bedroom of Kenma's penthouse are your boyfriend's snickering and the wet squelching of your pussy, the clear liquid spilling out, running down your thighs, staining the neatly trimmed hair above Kenma's pretty, long cock currently battering your insides.

Kenma's hand leaves your hair to tap against your flushed cheek twice.

"C'mon, you're not even talking anymore. Does it even feel good?"

Your bleary eyes struggle to stay open as you meet his half-lidded gaze. Your lips part open to answer, to confirm that it feels extemely good, to snark that the fact that you orgasmed 5 times already is enough proof, but Kenma delivers a perticularly well-timed thrust, angling his narrow hips to smack the tip of his cock against your g-spot and you're left to whine and moan his name dumbly.

Kuroo finally rises from his seat, striding towards the bed, sitting by your side, his large hand coming to caress your face as Kenma lets out a scoff.

"Don't be so mean to the poor thing. Like you'd have energy to talk after cumming 5 times." Kuroo leans down, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, but you know better than to believe that he actually feels bad for you. He coos, the smug bastard, "Baby's just tired, huh?"

"Don't give a- fuck." Kenma snarls, breaking every word with a thrust, making your belly tighten up, another high already approaching, the hints of overstimulation stabbing at your insides, "Find another use for her- ngh- mouth, if she can't even fucking talk."

Kenma tries so hard to stay nonchalant and collected and cool, but the way your pussy is spasming around his dick is making his breath catch in his lungs. He loves his best friend, but there's nothing he wishes for more than for you to leave him, to be his. He could fuck you everyday instead of once a month when Kuroo felt generous enough, he'd pay for everything you ever wished for, he wouldn't be lazy when it came to your pleasure, he'd fuck you and fuck you until you couldn't think of anything but him and-

His attention is pulled out of his spiralling thoughts as he hears your moans become muffled, blinking away the haze, watching how Kuroo's cock slips in and out of your mouth, how it bulges against your cute cheek, how your gaze catches his best friend's eyes so lovingly.

Kenma feels like he'll be sick, like his heart is going into overdrive. You never hold the same adoration for him. Instead, his lithe fingers slide underneath your perfect body, drowning out your soft gags as he rubs circles against your stiffened clit. He can't offer you everything he wants to, so he'll settle for pleasure.

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please don’t ever neglect your health, pookies. I fainted at my internship yesterday and thought nothing of it. Today, my fever spiked like crazy and now I can’t even get out of bed. So!!! reminder!!! to not ignore the signals your body is sending you! stay safe ❤️

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dead dove do not eat

warnings: dub/noncon, manipulation, downright evil suguru, choking, deepthroating, cum swallowing, slight dacryphilia, yandere tendencies, unbalanced power dynamics, an abundance of petnames, this is mostly from sugu's pov

other: reader’s looks or weight not mentioned, he can manhandle anyone because he’s strong asf

summary: based on this, which I recommend reading before the full fic. Suguru is the frontman of squid games and you catch his attention. After getting taken off the games, you beg Suguru to save your friend's life. Everything has a price, of course.

wc: 2.7k.

“How did you end up in this situation, hm?” Suguru asks, even if he knows the answer. He’s mastered the art of pretending, relishes in knowing everything that there is to know about you while acting like he’s just now trying to figure you out.

He’s holding you in his lap, feeling every shift of your body, bathing in your anxiety that feels like it’s bouncing off of the walls. His smirk is hidden by a gentle kiss pressed to your temple, his lips lingering longer than they should.

It’s a while after the marble game. He still feels the excitment thrumming in his veins, the slight pleasant diziness clouding his thoughts. Suguru knows that the V.I.P’s are arriving tomorrow, yet he gives in to the temptation to stay a while longer with you. Let the others do the preparations. Kill them in cold blood if something isn’t done to the highest standart that he had set.

“M-my ex got into, um, got into a lot of debt with bad people. They threatened to…” He feels the way your body tenses on top of his, the way your breath hitches. Oh, he could just eat you up. “Do horrible things to him. He didn’t know where else to go.”

Suguru already know the little sob story, of course. It makes him feel sad for you. A naive little lamb, so oblivious to how the world works, how utterly selfish people are. His sadness is nothing compared to the anger he feels towards your so called ex boyfriend. Vile, disguisting piece of shit.

“Tell me, lamb, who in their right mind would put someone in such a dangerous situation? He knew perfectly well that you didn’t have the money to pay off the debt.”

“He didn’t know that-“

Suguru tsks, pressing a kiss that’s supposed to be soothing to your cheek. It only serves to make you more tense.

“He knew, trust me. Have you ever heard of a saying that no grown man would ask a woman for help if he didn’t intend to use her? That he would just go to another man?”

“That’s not true.” You argue, and oh he wants to kiss away the pout off of your perfect lips. Your innocence is alluring, it’s pulling him in and he doesn’t find it within himself to truly resist.

“It is true, my darling girl. You just proved that right by signing up for a death game just to pay off a debt that isn’t yours.”

Suguru studies the way your eyebrows pull together, the way your nose scrunches, his cold hand finding your jaw, long fingers ensnaring it like a snake’s jaw would. He forces you to look up at him, placing the softest of kisses to the tip of your nose.

“The death game that you run.” Leaves your mouth and Suguru allows a genuine laugh to escape past his lips. Even when trying to be nasty and biting, you remained pathetic. It was alright with him. Being a pushover meant easier handling.

“Of course. The game that 456 people joined. Don’t pretend that I’m the only sinner here.”

It seems like all the come backs that you had die off at the tip of your tongue. You shift and twist and with one final kiss to your cheek, Suguru releases your face. Your fingers fidget with each other and he has to hold back from cooing at the display of uncomfortability.

Suguru picks up a book from the bedside table, pretending to pay no attention to you as his violet eyes skim over the words sketched across the pages, hand occasionally reaching for the glass of whiskey on the bedside table.

He can feel how antsy you’re growing. He knows what’s on your mind, almost as if he’s made residence inside of your head. He wishes that he could be occopying all of your thoughts, that the strings of his influence could wrap themselves around your silly little brain, but there would be time for that later.

Just a few hours before, you had gotten on your knees and begged for mercy. Begged for him to save another person, a man with a halo of white hair. Suguru had felt himself grow hard the second that crystalline tears left your doe-like eyes. He already made an exception to the rule, he already broke his own morals for you and you were stupid enough to ask him to save another person?

He’s been mulling over the thought ever since the marble game ended. The white-haired man, number 218 didn’t seem all that interesting. Pretty to look at, with his alabaster skin, piercing ocean-blue eyes and overconfident stride. Besides your begging and the undeniable attractiveness of the man, Suguru had no other reason to save him.

But it could be a good card to play. If he were to save the man, you would forever be indebted to him. Pliant, nice and oh so perfect. No complaints, no right to say ‘no’. A bunny in a cage that only he would be holding the key to.

He feels you shift again and a terribly irritated, fake sigh leaves his lips. He puts down the book, maneuvering your body with ease to face him. His cold hands cup your face and his violet eyes light up with amusement when he feels you flinch.

“Yes?”

“I di-didn’t say anything.” You answer, eyes looking anywhere but at him, as if trying to find all the answers to the questions that you didn’t dare ask in the color of the walls.

“You didn’t need to ask, sweet girl. I could feel how uneasy you were. Is it about that man again? Number 218?”

"Satoru." You clarify in that sweet, gentle voice.

"Satoru." He repeats, nodding, his low voice almost a purr.

You only find the strength to nod, still not meeting his gaze. Suguru’s hands brush over your cheeks in a motion that’s supposed to be soothing.

“We could make a deal.” Suguru drawls, the corner of his lips tugging up slightly when you finally, finally meet his eyes, desperation dancing so beautifully in your enticing gaze.

“A deal?” You ask, uncertain, trying to get a read on him, trying to see past all the acting and grasp at his true intentions.

“Yes, a deal. Everything has a price in this world, doesn’t it? You should know perfectly well.” He asks, and continues speaking without waiting for your answer, “It’s simple, really. You get on your knees and please me, and I let your little friend live.”

Suguru never liked beating around the bush. Ultimately, truth hurt, but it hurt much less than pretty, unecessary lies.

Your perfect face pulls into a frown again, eyes blinking up at him owlishly, as Suguru’s hand cups your jaw, continuing to draw circles on your soft skin, wondering just how much it would take for it to crack. There’s all sorts of emotions etched onto your face. Disbelief, fear, anger. The last one is completely new. Have you finally started to break?

Suguru was so excited to finally show you the true way that the world works, how dirty it is, how easy it will eat up sweet little lambs like you.

Maybe next time he'll focus on giving. It's so much more pleasant than receiving, after all. Watching all the tiny reactions when his lips suck on a woman's clit, listening to the breathy moans that would be impossible to hear during a blowjob. That has to be earned, though, so for now, he'll enjoy what he can get.

“I- I don’t-“

“Don’t worry, I’ll put a pillow down so you don’t hurt your knees.” Suguru reassures, playing oblivious as if that was the reason for your uncertainty.

He watches how you swallow down the lump in your throat, how dull your eyes grow, how your shoulders slump in defeat. He’s known that he would win in the end, but it’s so rewarding to watch it happen right in front of his eyes.

“You’ll really let him live if I do… That?” You ask, clearly not believing anything that he’s saying.

“Of course. I'm a man of my word, darling.” Suguru nods, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. You don’t pull away, just cringe at the action. Docile, sweet.

Suguru watches intently as you stand on unsteady legs, how your mind races. It seems like you're hesitating, trying to figure out if somebody else's life has more meaning than your own comfort. Ultimately, you must decide that it does, because you lower yourself on the silk pillow that he had put down in front of his chair.

He relaxes and stretches, as if it's just another usual day for him. One long, veiny hand reaches behind him and undoes the bun on top of his hair. Inky strands of hair spill out like a river and he catches your gaze wandering despite yourself. Suguru does his best impression of a kind smile as he extends the hair tie to you, a chuckle leaving him at the confusion etched into your pretty features.

"Just so that your hair doesn't get in a way." He offers an explanation, watching how you take it between your slightly shaky hand and put your hair back to the best of your ability.

You don't catch onto his lie, once again reassuring him on how easy it is to twist your trust. He doesn't really mind if hair gets in the way while he's receiving a blowjob. He likes it neat, practiced rather than messy, but it wouldn't be an issue. No, it just means easier handling for him. Suguru doesn't like even the tiniest bit of his control slipping.

His hand comes up to pet your head in a gesture that would almost be kind if not for the thoughts swirling through his mind.

"Get on with it, sweet girl. Take it out." Suguru all but coos, but it would be stupid to read his tone of voice as anything but commanding.

He's careful not to miss any of your expressions, the shaky movements, the absolute uncertainty of it all. Suguru lifts his hips up to aid you in sliding off his pants and boxers and he bites at his lips to supress a laugh at how cartoonishly wide your eyes get, how you almost double down.

All of the previous interactions with you, your weight on top of his lap has served in making him hard. His length stands at it's full length, wide, long and intimidating.

"It's... B-big." You voice, words so croaky that he can barely make out what you're saying.

Suguru's hand lands on top of your head again, caressing it lightly, an act of difussing the stress. He doesn't need the ego boost, insecurity has never been a problem for him, it's just pure entertainment at this point.

"But you can take it, can't you? Think of what's on the line." Suguru reassures, voice soft and sweet, almost gentle. A little guilt-tripping never hurt anyone.

You nod, and he doesn't know if it's meant for you or for him. It doesn't matter. His violet eyes are fixated on the way your lips part and cover your palm in sticky strings of saliva. His breath hitches when your hand wraps around his shaft, starting up a careful up and down motion. Suguru doesn't rush you. He has the patience and he's sure that he'll reap the rewards.

You start out by giving soft, kitten licks to his tip, clearly intimidated by the size. Suguru doesn't know how much time passes until your lips finally wrap around his shaft, cheeks hallowing, tongue working in messy, uncertain motions.

His jaw clenches. He doesn't remember the last time he has received a blowjob. Does it feel better because of the time that has passed or just because of the fact that you're the one giving it?

You only go down half of the way before pulling back, your hand trying to pick up the slack. He wonders how many times you have done this before, if you're trying to do better just because someone's life is on the line.

You try to take more of him, but the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, and you gag. From then on, you're back to only carefully taking half of him.

As minutes pass, Suguru grows antsy at your leisurly pace, at your refusal to take more than half of him, at your gaze that's stubbornly glued to his shirt. It's only right to help you out if you're struggling, isn't it.

"Let me help you out." He murmurs, hand quick to grab the back of your head. He almost moans at the way that your eyes snap up, full of fear.

Suguru pulls you off until only the very tip of his dick remains between your lips, smearing them with an off-white shade of his precum. Then, he slams all the way in. It's like ripping of a band-aid, all in one go.

You gag and cough, hands scrambling to find purchase on his toned thighs but not pushing him away. Tears dance across your water line as you sputter and Suguru lets out a groan at the way your throat bulges slightly. In his mind, you're not made for such filthy things, and yet he's the one making you do them.

It's easy to set a steady pace after that. Suguru barely pulls halfway out before slamming back in repeatedly. Your nails dig into his skin and he finally moans at the sensation. If your tight throat feels this heavenly, what will your pussy be like?

You try to breathe through your nose, try to bob your head along to catch up to his motions, but ultimately fail at both of those things.

"Shit- So good, so so good." Suguru mumbles, pushing you down until your nose brushes against the course hairs at the base of his cock. He feels you swallow around his length and his pace almost staggers.

Instead, he only picks it up, maneuvering your movements like you're a puppet on a string. Hot, wet and tight, it's making him lose his mind. Suguru's soft, breathy moans override the sounds of your gags and coughs, of the saliva slipping past your lips He might've just changed his preferance from neat to messy, because this was just absolutely perfect.

He keeps battering the back of your throat, completely careless about your comfort. He's really too lost in his own pleasure to care about that right now.

"O-open wide, please. Say 'ah' for me, dearest." Suguru can't hold back a chuckle at his own stupid joke.

He doesn't really know what finally drives him over the edge. Your gags, the fear in your wide eyes or the way you never really tried pushing him away. It all swirls into an intoxicating mix that makes him spill into your throat.

He would like to be kind and pull away, to allow you to regain your breathing, but really, he's not sure if you'll swallow if he's not lodged down your throat.

"Swallow. Be good." Suguru whispers, a thinly-veiled threat, fingers of his free hand scratching behind your ears like he would to a cat.

He knows that the taste is salty and not even close to anything fit for human consumption, yet he still waits until your throat bobs, his cock throbbing in delicious overstimulations as final drops of cum finally travel down and he allows you to pull away, cringing at the way you retch, carefully wiping away a drop of his spend from the corner of your perfect lips.

You shudder, crystalline tears finally slipping past your lash line as your eyes flutter closed. Your head knocks against Suguru's muscular thigh and he lets you stay there, content to run his hand through your hair, listen how your lungs draw in the much needed air.

Once again, you've reassured him that he's made a perfect choice by taking you away from the games. You're much more fit to be by his side.

"Thank you, darling girl. A deal's a deal, huh? I'll get you a bottle of water and then we'll see what I can do about your friend, hm?

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i’m halfway done with squid game frontman geto fic but mmmm brainworms are brainworming and im thinking about an au where gojo lives, retires, and moves away to one of the clan estates, far away from everyone. his body isn’t how it used to be, he doesn’t have the strength, both mental and physical to keep on fighting curses and he really doesn’t want to become attached to anyone after how many people he had lost.

so imagine his surprise when he finds his peace disturbed by a sweet, shy thing, his only neighbour for miles and miles. A non-sorcerer, someone not even aware of the existance of his world. he doesn’t know who in their right mind would shovel the snow out of his driveway, bring him meals with a reassurance that ‘you just cooked too much’ and continue checking up on him when he’s been nothing but downright mean. maybe, just maybe he doesn’t mind you disturbing his peace too much.

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thinking about jjk squid game au. unedited. tw for yandere undertones and squid game related violence, read at your own caution :p

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who just lives for the games, his heart thrumming in his chest with barely restrained excitment. Sitting in his isolated room, his cat-like violet eyes watching each game intently as he drowns his tastebuds in expensive, old whiskey and cigarettes, biting back a smirk at the blood that follows each death, coloring the floor a beautiful maroon. More and more players gone mean that there’s about to be a winner, which really is a pity. It’ll take a while to hold another game.

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who thinks all the players are vile, the scum of the earth who deserve everything that comes their way. Death is perhaps kinder than the outside world, the debt, their pathetic, miserable lives. Some people would ask who he is, to play god. These people chose to sin first before he became their judge. How silly to blame him.

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who’s apathetic to all the players until his eyes catch you. He knows information about each player, of course. Most people are gamblers who got overconfident or thieves who tried to scam the innocent: their families, friends, workplaces. You, however, are different. Working off a debt that isn’t even yours. Despite the circumstances, he finds himself rooting for you, his pretty face scrunched up each time you try to save someone who isn’t yourself. Stupid, utterly stupid, naive. You need someone to care of you.

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who decides that enough is enough just before the marble game starts. Something about imagining seeing your pretty face marred by a gunshot wound, brains splattered over the sand, makes deep, long-forgotten part of him ache. He’s frustrated that he can be so infaruated with someone this weak, but perhaps, the heart he had long forgotten he had, has finally overriden his brain.

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who takes you into his room, saying that everything is for your own good, chuckling at your confusion and offering you a drink instead of actually explaining what’s happening.

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who makes you watch the following games, indulging in your reactions: the gasps, the held in sobs, the way your form trembles as he subtly adjusts his pants, trying to contain his own reactions as he lands the softest of kisses to your temple.

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who watches you fall to your knees in front of him, begging him to save another player, an ethereal looking man with a halo of snow-white hair. Is he a friend of yours? A boyfriend? It doesn’t really matter, with how pretty you’re begging, doe-eyes glitsening with tears. His violet gaze trails back to the screen, focused on the man as he goes through the glass-pane game. Perhaps he should kill two birds with one shot and have you both? Things are much, much better in sets, after all.

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curse user! suguru, rolling his eyes and saying into the phone, "no, satoru, i have no idea where she is. i'm a bit offended that you think i have anything to do with her going missing," before looking down at you—on your knees and looking up at him oh so prettily—and giving you a playful wink, his hand applying pressure on the back of your head so you can continue sucking his cock. "i already told you how i feel about you calling this number," suguru says, biting back a groan when his tip hits the back of your throat. "i left jujutsu high, so the sorcerers there aren't any of my concern anymore."

except for you, but satoru doesn't need to know about that.

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Includes: Atsumu Miya, Kenma Kozume, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Tooru Oikawa, Issei Matsukawa, Rintaro Suna

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Being their fwb

Packing them lunch

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Packing them lunch smau (post time skip)

Category: fluff, crack

Includes: Atsumu Miya, Kenma Kozume, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Tooru Oikawa, Issei Matsukawa, Rintaro Suna

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Being their fwb smau (post time skip)

Category: smut, fluff, crack

Includes: Atsumu Miya, Kenma Kozume, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Tooru Oikawa, Issei Matsukawa, Rintaro Suna

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Helloooo I just read your recent attachment issues and avoidant issues fic and omgggg !!! It’s so incredible idk how you wrote something the amazing. Istg I think I fell in love with your writing style!!

I love you made the smut to intimate yet almost eerie at the same time like we’re learning things about Geto and Gojo, things that we are t supposed to learn.

Sorry if this is too much I just love your writing !!!!

First of all, It’s never too much to express that you liked any of my work. I really appreciate it, thank you, mwah!! 😋🥰

But elaborating on that, this was the vibe I was going for!! Like the reader knows them both so well but they think that they’re soooo sneaky (they’re not).

Currently working on a continuation of this blurb, because I want to explore how this dynamic plays out when they’re together 🫢🫢

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Thinking of Suguru who totally has avoidant attachment style while Satoru has anxious attachment style and how that translates into their love lives w reader

Suguru x reader; Satoru x reader

not proofread btw, warning include rough sex, a bit of masochism and sadism, and toxic relationships

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Thinking about Suguru who never left, but never received the help he needed, either. Suguru, who's moral compass is messed up and all over the place, who's only purchase on life is you. Sweet, cheerful and so awfully welcoming.

It's always late at night when he barges into your apartment, desperate and pent up. It's on times like this, where he fucks you like he hates you. He has you bent over the couch, legs dangling down, face shoved into the cushions by his large, rough hand as his cock drags through your walls with no care in the world. He's always rough and degrading, his hips snapping fast and cruel, pelvis hitting your ass in the way that will surely leave you sore and bruised.

Mean words slip past his perfect, glossy lips unprompted, then.

"So fucking desperate for my cock, you pathetic slut."

He's always desperate when he nears his release, his thick, long cock making you cry out as it hits all the right spots inside you, making you cry and moan broken syllables of his name, drool escaping past the corner of your lips.

His grip on your hair only gets tighter, pulling at the scalp painfully, making you keen. You can't help but look back at him, how he looks like a god above you, so high and mighty.

He's tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and a trim waist, his silken hair slipping out of the bun and strands of it clinging to his flushed face. It's perfect, too. Whiskey brown eyes half-lidded, perfectly shaped nose scrunched up slightly and his lips parted.

He catches your gaze, he always does, and gets meaner. Your face gets shoved into the pillows, uncaring if you can breathe, if you can speak. You never complain. Suguru doesn't like vulnerability, Suguru doesn't do vulnerability.

"Fucking trying to look at me, like you've earned that shit. You're nothing but a stress reliever with a tight cunt, nothing but a fucking cum dump. Take it, you whore, take it."

He's always meaner when he's about to come. It's a mask of sorts, because no matter how rough he's being, no matter how venomous his words are, he always makes sure to make you come, to have you soak his cock, slick dribbling down and staining his thighs. A few more sloppy thrusts and he fills you up with warmth that he never provides with his touch, or his words.

He makes you suck him off after, until your knees ache and bruise, fucks you again, if he's not too tired. He never stays over. Suguru just helps you into bed, cleans you up a little and presses a small kiss to the side of your head. That's all the affection you get before he leaves. And it's fine. He's bad at expressing emotions, he's bad at labels and relationships. Suguru always comes back, nevertheless.

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Thinking about Satoru, who is so much sweeter. His best friend, the only person to ever understand him, has never left, but never fully stayed, either. Some integral part of Suguru left after Riko died. And Satoru knows that, god, he knows. You're his vice, his blessing, his angel in the darkness that has obscured his life.

It's almost akin to love. He texts you regularly, always checks up on you, asks how your day is going, comes over to take care of you after a perticularly rough mission.

When he fucks, there's no sign of roughness. He treats you like you're made out of glass. You think that he's afraid that you'll change, eventually, just like Suguru has. That's why he's so careful not to break you.

He spends hours between your legs, pretty pink lips latched onto your throbbing clit while two of his fingers hit the same spot inside again and again until there's no other choice but to come. He laps everything up like it's a blessing to be able to, he praised you all the way through.

"So pretty when you come, the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Absolutely perfect, I could spend days between your legs, love."

He fucks you carefully, restraint woven through every single part of his perfect body. Satoru almost never fucks you from the back. He craves to see your expressions, wants to see what feels good for you, what makes you moan and what makes you clench his pretty, long cock tighter.

He never scolds you for looking at him, revels in it, almost comes when your pretty, glossy eyes study each and every part of him. He's leaner, yet still strong, still the strongest. His skin is like porcelain, perfect and pristine, not one hair falling out of place even as his thrusts speed up, helping you chase your release. His eyes often remind you of a kicked puppy. Desperate for approval, desperate for your praise. You call him sweet names and chant his, when you see the ocean blue of his irises, when you see how his expression hardens and his lower lip wobbles slightly.

He's always so put-together, even when he comes. His thrusts never grow sloppier, he still drags in and out in a pace that you prefer, rewarding you with another mind-shattering orgasm before he paints your insides white, hesitant to pull out.

He always kisses you after, pushes your hair away from your sweaty, teary face and hughs you a bit too tight.

"So sweet for me, always milk my cock so well. How did I end up this lucky, how am I so blessed, love? Gosh, I absolutely adore you, baby."

In moments that follow, the strongest is vulnerable. He pulls out and cleans you up thoroughly, massages out the sore muscles and makes sure you eat and drink plenty of water.

Satoru never leaves after. He slips into your bed, pulling you close to his bare, muscular chest, his breathing a little erratic. When he thinks that you've fallen asleep, he begs and prays that you never leave him. It never fails to make your heart ache.

Suguru avoids everything that has to do with relationships, lust on a completely different level than love, and Satoru can't make one coexist without the other.

You can't help but think about how this jarring contrast would play out if they had you together.

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HIS THIGHS ARE SO SEXYYYY

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