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[papernstory]

Cun*y Suguru 🖤😏

Full artwork 🔞on Patreon

[osfi-am]

I forgot I drew this lol

[bisepunk]

Pocky day or whatever but they’re stupid✨

[satosuguseasons]

Ze's art is so gorgeous. I'm gonna carry this tote bag everywhere! First stop: KFC 😌🧡

tote bag design for @satosuguseasons!

check the zine out here ➡️ https://satosuguseasons.bigcartel.com/ 🏖

[fushiglow]

Introducing: Ask Satoru 🎤

Got a burning question you'd like to ask idol Satoru from Over the Threshold? Now's your chance!

To coincide with the release of chapter 12, I'm pleased to announce that Satoru is now taking questions via my ask box! Query to your heart's content, but bear in mind that Satoru's team won't take any questions that are likely to outright threaten his career — so word them carefully!

Thank you to @hugbin for the idea and to @bearhaviour for the adorable chibi Satoru! Cutest thing I've ever seen and far beyond my expectations when I asked about a chibi idol Gojō — bear spoils me to death ♥️

P.S. Please make it clear that your question is for Satoru so I can distinguish it from regular asks. Thank you!

[skeletorrito]

satosugu shower scene i wrote today uhnf 🫦

NSFW 18+

“It’s not every day we get to share a private shower,” Suguru commented quietly with a coy smile, turning the showerhead on. He pulled off his trunks, wringing them out over the bathroom drain and hanging them over the glass shower door. He begrudgingly did this with his friend’s swimsuit as well, for Satoru slipped them off in a damp heap and jumped in immediately.

“Oh, this is definitely not hot enough,” Satoru declared, a little too loudly, and Suguru shushed him. “Sorry,” he whispered apologetically, cranking the shower’s temperature. 

Suguru stepped in, hissing as burning droplets of water hit his skin. “What the hell?! Why did you make it so fucking hot?” He took up the far corner of the boxy shower, reaching out a curious hand and wincing. 

“I was cold,” Satoru replied and shrugged. He turned the dial down by barely a centimeter. “Now who’s the sensitive one…” He trailed off playfully, shivering pleasantly as he allowed the scalding water to flush his ivory skin.

Suguru’s gaze flicked up and down Satoru’s naked body with a grin. He moved in closer, pressing his cold front against the man’s warm back. Satoru inhaled sharply, jolting. 

“Thanks for warming me up,” Suguru murmured into Satoru’s neck, reaching out to adjust the water as he fought against the burning, steaming spray. (He still left it hot for Satoru, but a bit more manageable for him.) “Want me to wash your hair?” 

“Sure, can I borrow-”

“No.” 

Satoru flipped around, pouting and flashing fake teary eyes. “C’mon, I just forgot it this time...” 

Suguru crossed his arms and scowled as he replied, “You always use up my nice hair products, Satoru. Just go buy them yourself!” 

“I’m sorry, Sugu, I’ll pay you back, you know I’m good for it. I really did forget my shampoo.” Suguru could tell he was speaking candidly. Satoru’s long, wet lashes fluttered against his rosy cheeks. He looked like a porcelain doll, his glowing, crystal eyes still piercing and otherworldly even in the foggy steam of the shower. His cheeks and lips flushed bright pink in contrast to his pale, perfect skin. “Sometimes it’s just nice to smell like you…” he murmured sheepishly. 

Suguru avoided eye contact as he grumbled, blushing, “Just give me the shampoo, creep.” 

Satoru grinned widely, snatching the bottle off of the shower ledge and tossing it over. He turned his back, closing his eyes and sighing contentedly as Suguru’s fingertips started massaging his scalp. “This feels so good,” he groaned softly, “It’s kinda turning me on…” 

Suguru laughed. “Shut your mouth unless you want shampoo to get in it.” He scrubbed a little harder, eliciting a pleasant moan from Satoru. “There, wash it out.” He stepped back, watching as Satoru turned around blindly, and his gaze immediately fixed on the man’s stiff cock. “Oh,” he started, amusedly, “You weren’t even kidding, you pervert.” He bit his lip, curious fingers reaching out and teasing. 

Satoru sucked in a breath as he finished rinsing the suds, leaning into the touch as Suguru slowly stroked him. “Who’re you calling a pervert? I’m just washing my hair over here, minding my own…”  He opened his eyes, surprised to find a wet, seductively coy-looking Suguru on his knees, cock in hand. “...business.” His lips parted, mouth suddenly dry despite the water trickling down them.  

Suguru locked eyes with him silently, putting a finger to his lips in warning before taking Satoru into his mouth. He closed his eyes as he licked and sucked hungrily, trickles of water dripping onto his face as he did. Satoru moaned into his fist, his other hand finding its way to the back of Suguru’s head and grabbing a fistful of damp, salty hair. 

Satoru guided him deeper and deeper without complaint until he was nearly swallowed whole, eyes rolling back and blessing the higher powers of the universe for Suguru’s nonexistent gag reflex. A tongue lashed to graze the head of his cock as Suguru’s hands reached around to squeeze Satoru’s tight ass. His curious fingers slipped between cheeks teasingly, a gentle press to his entrance but nothing more. Satoru released a surprised gasp, tensing as a spike of nervous, excited adrenaline rushed over him.

Satoru stifled a groan, pleasure choking him, arresting his chest, his stomach, his aching arousal. It took everything in him not to moan or sob, both (probably, both). He fucked Suguru’s mouth with quaking thighs, burying himself into his hot throat and pulling away only to be pressed into calloused fingers. 

He was always a quick shot, and being exhausted and anxious didn’t help the matter.

Satoru bit into his knuckle with a choked cry, eyes watering as he pushed onto Suguru’s head and suddenly spilled into his mouth. Knees growing weak, he anchored himself against the cool tile wall with heavy breaths. His fingers fell from Suguru’s hair and to his side. 

Suguru swallowed, unfazed, and licked his lips with a wicked smile. He rose from his knees, putting his shampoo bottle in Satoru’s hands. “Your turn, right?”

Satoru grinned and bit his lip, catching a big breath as he straightened up. “You’re dangerous, y’know?” 

Suguru turned his back to soak his damp beach waves in the shower stream, gazing over his shoulder momentarily as he replied, “I know.”

yayayay thank you for reading 💕

I think I'm nearing the end of this chap? hehe we'll see 😈

here's a link to my other works:

[andiftheycare]

Satosugu Christmas AU because it's the season?? where

Gojo & his juniors get stuck in an airport in the middle of Japan two days before Christmas due to a storm. Not a biggie, except that Nobara moans because she has a date she doesn't want to cancel; Megumi's a grump because he doesn't want to spend more time with Gojo; and Yuuji would really like to, you know, spend it with his long-lost-brother that year.

So Gojo gets them access to the airport lounge -- because he's the best line manager on the planet -- and really, what are the chances to hear Geto's voice the second they step in it? Incredibly low.

But of course, Geto's also stuck there. He's going south to the girls and he’s on the phone with them when he sees Gojo, whom he hasn't seen in ten years, whom he doesn't want to see.

There's a brief second of pained acknowledgment where Nobara elbows Fushiguro; Fushiguro looks away, because like hell he's spilling the tea; and Yuuji eyes the free buffet with longing eyes, and is eating dessert even before the tense moment is over.

("You haven't changed, Satoru" "You have. Are those wrinkles?" but honestly, Gojo thinks, Geto got more handsome with age, and hates how that makes him tingle as if he's still a lovestruck teenager)

They don't talk, except that they're the only people there for a while, until Nanami enters the room after Gojo ALSO gives him access to the lounge (best. boss. ever.) -- Nanami, equally, doesn't want to be there. He doesn't have Christmas plans but spending it with Gojo? He'd rather handle his resignation. Which he's going to handle in soon anyway.

So they sit there uncomfortably for a while while Yuuji chats with everyone, completely unable to read the room, until more people come in -- and there's Haibara, who Gojo hasn't seen since the 2007 accident, and Utahime, who Gojo sees plenty because of her job. And when Yuki steps in, too, smirking at the whole room, knowing more of the collective stories there than anyone else, Nanami knows for a fact that they're in hell.

For context, they all work in the same industry (except for Geto, who left ten years prior) and the city they're in is a popular leg in domestic flights.

Haibara and Nobara, after few glasses, get on like a house on fire and start to place bets on whether Uthahime or Nanami will kill Gojo before the storm is over; on whether Gojo and Geto will fuck in the bathroom (they won't, in the end it's Yuuji and Megumi who do fuck in the bathroom); and on whether they can piece together why Yuki Tsukumo is there.

[arziixo]

‎✦ ࣪ ˖ ࿔ satosugu ♡ ➤ apricity pt5

[magpiesjammin]

what if they cried a bunch???

[fishfetti]

hitting the synced emote

[radical-boy-kisser]

Hey guys, if you're ever thinking of posting Satosugu angst, don't! Do not post them. Ever. Remove them from your mind. They do not exist to you anymore.

[satosuguseasons]

More than half-way to unlocking the white ink print by @vvunderkind! LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S GOOO 🏃‍♀️

💞✨ 3RD STRETCH GOAL UNLOCKED ✨💞

Y'ALL! Y'ALL!! WE DID IT!!! WE UNLOCKED ALL OUR STRETCH GOALS 🥳🎉

All eligible orders will now come with the cutest washi tape by the wonderful @seasaltkoffee.

We still have 2 more weeks left. Perhaps this calls for more stretch goals? 👀

[bluebeesknees]

Public Nuisance Nr.1

[bisepunk]

SHOP UPDATE✨✨✨

New bundles available to save some shipping cost or to share satosugu goodies with partners and friends 🖤🤍.

Feel free to contact me for custom bundles!

[papernstory]

Class break 🖤🤍

If this gets lots of reblogs I will make a cute/naughty part 2 😏

Prints with shoko

Prints only sugusato

[thundersbugs]