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sugurugetoshairbrush · 20 days ago

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tl;dr smoking a bowl outside with stoner!suguru getou

(hood!toji gets everyb caught up) [prev]

“Suguru, I swear I’m not mad… just curious how a romantic picnic date turns into a group affair.”

You lean into the phone camera, raising a skeptical eyebrow at Suguru’s sheepish expression. He avoids your gaze, moving his phone away as though shielding himself might lessen your scrutiny. You hear him inhale sharply.

“Hold on,” he says, voice low. “Let me go to my room.”

The screen shifts as Suguru walks through his apartment. The lighting dims, and soon his room comes into view. He sits back against the headboard, deftly tying up his hair before meeting your gaze again.

“Well…” he starts, dragging out the word. “I had all the food laid out in the kitchen to prepare—when Gojo bust in.”

You can already tell where this is going, but you let him continue.

“He got all excited, assuming we were all going on a picnic. Said it would make his week since his car’s in the shop and he’s had two migraines in a row. I… didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise.”

Suguru gives you a knowing look, as if this explanation alone should suffice.

“Then,” he adds, rubbing his temples, “in true Gojo fashion, he invited Shoko and Nanami because, apparently, we haven’t all hung out in a while.”

You groan, setting your phone down to focus on your hair. “But we’re literally going today.”

“I know, baby. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” His voice softens. “Hey, if it helps: Nanami’s driving, Shoko’s bringing the weed, and Gojo made all the food. We’ll pick you up last, so be ready by 1, okay?”

Your arms cross as you narrow your eyes at the screen.

“Please and thank you?” Suguru adds, flashing you a guilty smile.

By the time Nanami’s flashy Lamborghini pulls up outside, you’ve decided to focus on the bright side: a picnic is still a picnic, and riding in a sports car doesn’t hurt. As you step out the door, the car horn blares obnoxiously. You spot Gojo leaning over the console, earning a sharp scolding from Nanami.

The passenger window rolls down, revealing Gojo’s grinning face. His white hair gleams in the sunlight, and he’s decked out in a crisp Burberry shirt with bold blue lettering.

“Hop in, twin!” he calls, waving enthusiastically.

The butterfly door lifts open, and you climb in, greeted by the lively chatter inside. Suguru, sitting beside you, pulls you into a quick side hug, while Shoko smiles lazily from the other side.

“Ready for some chill vibes?” you ask, settling in.

Shoko sighs dreamily, brushing stray hair from her face. “God, yes. Work’s been a nightmare, and Utahime’s visiting her family, so I’ve been suffering alone.” She holds up a clear backpack, revealing sparkly glass pipes and a mylar bag. “I brought some goodies—figured they’d fit the picnic aesthetic.”

Nanami grunts from the driver’s seat as the car pulls away. “Picnic aesthetic, huh?” he mutters, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “No wonder you’re so good at marketing.”

Shoko swats at him, laughing. “Damn right.”

Suguru drapes his arm over your shoulders, the soft fabric of his hoodie brushing against your skin. You peek at the GPS over the seat. “Gojo, you have the address to the nature reserve, right? I’ve been dying to see the pond. I think we’ll see swans!”

Gojo turns, flashing his signature grin. “Of course, sweetheart! You’re the best at picking scenic spots. And get this—Nanami’s trying a pipe for the first time. I’m thrilled.”

Nanami yawns, merging into the fast lane. “Just hope Gojo packed enough food for people other than himself.”

“Are you calling me big-backed, Nanamin?!” Gojo gasps dramatically, drawing a chorus of laughter, and the lack of response speaks for itself.

The trees are a deep, verdant green when you arrive. Sunlight filters through the canopy, casting golden streaks over the moss-covered ground. In the distance, you spot the pond, its still waters reflecting the sky.

Nanami parks carefully, muttering about the dirt ruining his tires. As everyone piles out, Gojo begins chattering about wild plants versus botanical gardens. You stretch your legs, joining Suguru at the trunk as he retrieves the picnic basket.

He grins, setting the basket aside before scooping you into his arms. “Let’s make this memorable,” he teases, lifting you effortlessly.

You squeak, clutching his neck as he carries you bridal-style. “Suguru!” Making good use of this vantage you squeeze at the flex of his biceps beneath your touch.

The group finds a sunny clearing near the pond, where Gojo unfurls a faded anime blanket.

“Is this… a Digimon blanket?” you ask, incredulous.

“Don’t shame me,” Gojo replies, flopping onto it like a starfish.

Shoko’s voice rings out. “Guys, there are mallards and swans! This spot is perfect.”

Suguru sets you down gently, his hands lingering at your waist. The group settles on the blanket, and Shoko begins unpacking the “tools.”

“Someone better have a lighter,” she says, pulling out a sparkly pink pipe.

Gojo raises a hand. “Torch incoming!”

Gojo grabs the pipe with a grin, packing it densely then handing it off to Nanami like a secret treasure. Nanami takes it with a steady hand, pressing his thumb over the carb and raising it to his lips. Gojo leans in, torch in hand, his elbow brushing your knee as he strikes it to life. The torch flares, a fiery orange that crackles sharply as it meets the bowl. Nanami inhales, his sharp cheekbones hollowing even more under the effort.

Leaning back onto his hands, he exhales a thick cloud, the smoke curling lazily upward before blending into the earthy aroma of moss and wood around you. It’s a strangely serene contrast—the cool, natural air swirling with the unmistakable musk of the smoke.

When Nanami cracks his eyes open, his usually stern face is softer, his posture visibly unwinding. He chuckles quietly, a rare, lazy smile creeping across his lips as his blond hair falls slightly over his forehead.

Shoko doesn’t wait long to snatch the torch from Gojo, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “Watch this,” she teases, expertly lighting the bowl and taking a long drag. She exhales smoothly, her lips reddened from the pressure as perfect rings of smoke float into the air.

“Damn, Shoko, you’re too cool,” you murmur, enchanted as you wave your hand through one of the ghostly rings. It feels delicate against your skin before vanishing entirely.

“Shoko’s not the only one who can pull off tricks,” Suguru interjects, his cocky tone drawing everyone’s attention. He grabs the pipe, refilling it with deliberate care. With a smirk, he meets Shoko’s eyes. “I see your rings and raise you one.”

Suguru takes his hit, dragging deeply. When he exhales, his rings are massive, thick, and perfectly stacked, floating higher and wider than Shoko’s. The group collectively hums in impressed acknowledgment.

“Show-off,” Gojo mutters, his mock annoyance earning quiet laughter from everyone, including you.

When it’s your turn, you and Gojo, ever the chaotic duo, completely botch your hits. The smoke erupts in sharp, uncontrolled bursts as you both cough, doubling over in fits of laughter.

Suguru rubs your back in mock sympathy, unable to resist a sly jab. “You’d think you’d have learned something by now.”

It backfires quickly. A few rounds in, even the pros are struggling. Coughs ripple through the group as scorched lungs and parched throats demand mercy. The earlier finesse gives way to everyone wheezing and giggling uncontrollably.

The world around you starts to feel softer. The golden sunlight filtering through the trees feels warmer, the greens of the forest deeper. You breathe in the mingling scents of smoke, damp earth, and pine, savoring the strange but comforting mix.

Suguru’s fingers brush lightly over your forearm, sending a shiver across your skin. His soft hum is followed by a warm kiss pressed to your temple. You lean into him, feeling the weight of his presence grounding you.

“Guys! Guys!” Gojo’s hoarse voice interrupts the calm. He’s pointing wildly toward the pond, barely containing his excitement.

Squinting, you follow his gesture. Across the shimmering water, a pair of swans has landed. Their long necks intertwine gracefully as they glide across the surface, the image so peaceful it feels unreal.

The sight captures everyone’s attention, pulling a hush over the group as you all watch. The gentle rustle of leaves and the occasional call of a bird fill the space.

Amidst the calm, Gojo’s shuffling breaks the silence. He’s hunched over the picnic basket, digging through its contents with increasing urgency.

“’M already hungry,” he grumbles, drawing groans from the group as the spell of the moment breaks.

Gojo pulls out a charcuterie board, followed by a tray of croissant sandwiches, a vibrant fruit platter, and bundles of baby’s breath flowers. The spread is as picturesque as a painting, sunlight glinting off the delicate petals and golden pastries. Suguru, suddenly interested, reaches over to pick up one of the flower bundles, plucks a single bloom, and carefully tucks it behind your ear.

“These are for you,” he says softly, his smile warm and radiant, the corners of his eyes crinkling as his dark hair gleams under the sun’s rays.

Shoko fake gags, waving a hand dramatically. “Yeah, yeah, we get it. You two are hopelessly in love or whatever. Meanwhile, some of us have been abandoned by our partners.”

You chuckle and reach out to cradle Suguru’s cheek, pulling him into a kiss. His skin is warm and soft, and you resist the urge to linger longer.

Meanwhile, Gojo has wasted no time digging into the food. Bread crumbs dot his chin, and he shoves a forkful of fruit into his mouth with little grace, chewing loudly and making exaggerated moans. Normally, his antics would irritate you, but today they only make you hungrier.

You gesture to him, and he passes you a croissant sandwich. Flaky crumbs drift onto the blanket as you take a bite, the buttery crust giving way to a symphony of flavors. A dab of sauce trickles down your lip, and you swipe it away with your tongue before holding the sandwich out to Suguru. He leans in to take a bite, his lips brushing against your fingers.

If there’s one thing Gojo excels at, it’s setting the perfect mood with food. Suguru hand-feeds you sweet, tangy strawberries as you recline on the blanket, the pond glimmering in the distance and sunlight casting golden shadows over the lush greenery.

A speckled mallard waddles closer, eyeing the crumbs on the blanket with hopeful intent. Gojo notices and begins crumbling a croissant in his palm.

“Nuh-uh! Oh, hell no,” Shoko says, lunging to swat at his hand. “Feeding ducks is terrible for them—it causes malnutrition!”

Gojo dodges her attempt, smirking. “Yeah, yeah. One crumb can’t hurt. Besides, it’s already been subjected to secondhand smoke thanks to you, Sho’.”

Shoko winces, clearly torn between her environmental convictions and the undeniable truth of your earlier indulgence. Nanami, surprisingly, places a hand on her shoulder.

“Relax,” he says calmly.

Your eyebrows shoot up. Nanami, the usual voice of tension, diffusing a situation? Gojo notices too. He saunters over, dramatically wrapping his long arms around Nanami’s shoulders and burying his face in the blonde’s neck.

“Save me, Nanamin~” he drawls.

Nanami stifles a chuckle—his first real crack in composure—and it’s clear the weed is doing its work.

“Open up,” Suguru says, drawing your attention back to him.

He dangles a plump grape above your mouth, teasing you with a grin. You open obediently, humming with pleasure as the juicy sweetness bursts on your tongue. Suguru’s fingers are stained crimson from the berries, and he holds up a bright green slice of kiwi next.

As you savor it, the tangy flavor lingers on your tongue, and a random question pops into your head. “Mmm, juicy. Hey, Sugu, is kiwi a fruit or a veggie? I mean, it’s green, and most green foods are vegetables.”

He blinks at you, clearly caught off guard, his stained fingers hovering in the air. You reach out, grabbing his wrist, and pull his hand to your mouth. Slowly, you lick at his fingers, swirling your tongue around his forefinger before sucking it gently. The faint fruity tang sends a pleasant hum through you, and Suguru’s eyes darken with quiet amusement.

“Sweetheart… kiwi is definitely a fruit,” he says, cheeks tinged with pink as he carefully slips his fingers from your mouth. “It has seeds. That’s basic knowledge, y’know. Let’s blame this… lapse on the bud.”

“Mean,” you pout, batting your lashes playfully.

His smile softens as he leans forward, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “At least you know I’d never lie to you.”

You smirk mischievously. “Wish you’d lie to me sometimes, Sugu.”

Gojo cuts in, pointing an accusatory finger at the group. “That goes for all of you, rude as fuck! Now come on—make it up to me by feeding the duckies!”

The high must’ve softened everyone’s resolve because, against your better judgment, you all comply with Gojo’s whim, trudging to the pond’s edge with croissants in hand. The sunlight filters through the trees, warming your skin as the dirt path crunches softly beneath your shoes. A pair of swans, their feathers pristine and white, glide toward the shore, their movement as graceful as a brushstroke.

“Here they come!” Gojo exclaims, his voice cutting through the tranquility like a slap.

The swans jolt, flapping their wings in alarm before settling again.

“And you’re so obnoxious,” Nanami mutters, casting a sharp look at Gojo. “You’re going to scare them off.”

Undeterred, Gojo grins while Nanami kneels by the water’s edge, cooing softly at the swans and sprinkling a few crumbs in front of his feet.

Shoko inhales deeply, a serene smile spreading across her face as she takes in the lush scenery.

“This is… nice,” she says, her voice dreamy. “Fresh air, earthy smells. Feels good to be surrounded by actual greenery for once. Usually, the only plants I see are the ones we smoke.” She shakes her head, the ends of her golden-brown hair brushing over her shoulders. “It’s kind of sad.”

You squat down, carefully grounding yourself with one hand wrapped around Suguru’s ankle. Your free hand skims the pond’s surface, the coolness of the water sending a shiver up your spine.

“They say, ‘go outside and touch grass,’ like it’s a joke,” you murmur, glancing up at Suguru, “but maybe they’re onto something.”

He chuckles softly, the vibrations traveling down to where your hand rests on his leg.

A thought tumbles out of your mouth before you can stop it. “Hey, guys… is water wet?”

Suguru freezes, letting out a sharp cough as though choking on air. To your right, Gojo snorts so loudly it startles the swans again.

“You lost me.”

“Guys, this is a judgment-free zone,” you insist, shooting Gojo a pointed look. “I expect sincere answers.”

Nanami groans, clearly over the conversation, but continues feeding the swans in stoic silence.

Gojo hums thoughtfully, tapping his chin. “Okay, okay, I laughed, but now I’m genuinely stumped. I mean, water isn’t technically wet, right? It’s just… water. It only makes things wet. On its own, it just is.”

You perk up. “That’s what I’m saying! Water can make you wet, but that’s just the sensation. Objectively, you’re the one who’s wet.”

Suguru, exasperated, pulls his ankle free from your grip and hauls you upright, gripping your shoulders firmly. “You’re all ridiculous,” he says, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. “Of course water is wet. It’s a liquid. It has moisture. This isn’t up for debate; it’s basic science.”

“Smartass,” you huff, shrugging out of his grip.

Nanami clears his throat, his tone surprisingly contemplative. “Actually, Getou, I think they have a point. Wetness is about contact. Water itself isn’t wet—it’s what makes things wet. It’s all about perspective.”

Shoko throws her hands up. “What the fuck?! You guys are gonna give me a headache and ruin my high. Debate over. Full stop.”

You flick Suguru’s chest playfully. “Face it, we presented the better argument.”

Gojo sticks his tongue out in agreement, the obnoxious red muscle wagging in Suguru’s direction.

Suguru smirks, his grin teasing and wicked. “Funny because my argument came from someone intimately familiar with wetness. You might say I’m an expert in the field, after all.”

“Suguru!” Your face flames as you slap his arm, and Shoko groans in disgust.

Nanami doesn’t miss a beat, pointing toward the trail. “Getou, you’re done. Time out. Ten minutes. Go take a hike.”

Suguru raises his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. I was going to check out the trail anyway.” He turns to you, dark eyes glinting. “Coming?”

You sigh but follow, the breeze by the water starting to chill you.

As you start walking, you catch Gojo giving Suguru a sly dap and a slap on the back. Thick as thieves, those two.

Suguru quickens his pace to match yours, and when you swat at his arm in retaliation for his earlier comment, he catches your hand effortlessly. Linking his arm through yours, he pulls you close as the trail winds through wiry trees.

You stop at a wooden post where the dirt path climbs steeply over an incline of jagged rocks. You eye the trail warily.

“You’re kidding,” you mutter, already regretting following him.

Suguru presses a finger to your lips, his grin widening. “No complaints. You wanted to smoke outside, so we’re fully immersing ourselves in nature.”

Grumbling, you follow his lead, climbing carefully over smaller stones before tackling the larger ones. Your footing slips near the top, but Suguru’s hand steadies you, his grip firm.

“Careful there~” he teases, his voice tinged with amusement.

You shoot him a glare as you regain your balance, brushing dust and dirt off your clothes. He nudges your shoulder gently. “Look around.”

You do—and the sight takes your breath away. Behind you, the slope drops sharply, the rocks giving way to a sprawling field dotted with vibrant magenta and lemon-yellow flowers. Patches of lush green grass ripple in the breeze, framed by towering trees that crest the hilltop above. The golden afternoon light bathes the scene, and for a moment, it feels like a dream.

The soft click of a camera pulls you from your reverie. Suguru grins at you from behind his phone, his cheeks high, eyes crinkled with genuine joy.

“… Beautiful,” he murmurs, though you’re not sure if he’s talking about you or the view.

You raise a lazy peace sign, eyeing his hoodie, now dusty and frayed, with leaves clinging to the sleeves. “And you look cute, all dirty like this.”

He arches a brow and steps closer, looping your arms around his neck. “Well, that’s not fair,” he says, his voice low and teasing as his nose brushes your neck. “I’ll just have to get you dirty too.”

Suguru leans in close, his warm breath fanning over your lips, carrying the potent scent of weed, with traces of sweetness from the fruit. His loose bun barely holds back the strands of his hair that the wind has claimed, giving him an effortlessly ethereal look. You tilt forward, rising onto your toes to meet him, only for him to pull back with that signature, teasing grin, making you chase after him.

“Such a tease, Sugi,” you murmur, your thumb brushing along the short strands at the nape of his neck, the spot that always makes him shiver.

You trail soft kisses along his jawline, letting your lips explore, your tongue tracing the sensitive underside of his jaw. He hums, low and resonant, the sound vibrating through you. When your eyes meet his again, they’re darker now—his pupils blown wide with want.

Determined, you pout, pushing out your lower lip in a way you know will undo him. It works. Suguru closes the distance, capturing your mouth in a kiss that’s hot and insistent. His lips move against yours with a rhythm that’s utterly addictive, their warmth a striking contrast to the chill breeze that raises goosebumps on your skin.

His hands slide beneath your shirt, rough fingertips brushing your bare sides. The contact sends shivers through you, and you instinctively arch into his touch. When a moan escapes you—soft, needy, and unintentional—it catches you off guard, but Suguru seems more amused than surprised.

“You’re more eager than usual,” he teases, the husky rasp in his voice making your head spin.

“I’m always eager for you,” you reply breathlessly, threading your fingers through his hair. You tug just enough to make him groan, the sound like fuel to the fire building between you. “You drive me crazy—can’t think straight.”

His answering laugh is low, reverberating against your chest as his hands tighten on your waist. But the humor fades when you press closer, your voice dropping to a whisper.

“Sugi, I need you. Right now.”

You pull at his hoodie biting down on his collarbone, rough enough to draw a hiss from him, your tongue darting out to soothe the reddened mark. Your fingers thread deeper into his hair, tugging hard until his gaze locks with yours. The look on his face sends a shiver down your spine—his cheeks are flushed, his lips parted, and his eyes dark with hunger. He looks wild, feral, as if the thin thread of control he’s clinging to might snap at any moment.

You slide your hand down to interlock your fingers with his, tugging him toward a stocky tree just a few feet away. When you stop, mere inches from the cracked bark, you guide his hands to your waist. He doesn’t need more prompting, his grip firm as he pulls you flush against his body. His breath is hot against your neck, punctuated by kisses that trail down your nape, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

You press back into him, the loose material of his pants doing nothing to mask how hard he is. He grinds against you, and the friction sends a delicious ache pooling low in your stomach. His mouth works at your neck, nipping and sucking as if trying to mark every inch of you. You mewl as his teeth catch your pulse point, the sensation sharp and thrilling.

The pressure of his hips against the swell of your ass has you jolting forward, your hands flying to the rough bark of the tree to steady yourself. The sticky texture of the wood barely registers; all you can focus on is the heat building between your thighs. It’s overwhelming, almost unbearable. You’re already so close, and he hasn’t even—

“C’mon, Sugi,” you whine, sliding a hand under your shirt to tease your nipple. His large hand quickly replaces yours, tugging at the jewelry adorning it. His thumb brushes the cold metal, sending a shiver through you as he presses his erection harder against you.

Desperation takes over as your arch deepens, grinding against him with more urgency. His hand slides over the small of your back, and you glance over your shoulder, batting your lashes with a pout. “Please,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “Need you.”

Suguru groans, the sound low and primal, as if your words snapped whatever restraint he had left. His hand grips your chin, tilting your face toward him. His dark eyes search yours, and when you nod, he exhales sharply, his resolve crumbling.

A minute later, you’re breathless as he yanks down your pants along with your panties in one swift motion, just enough to expose you. He frees himself, his cock bobbing up against his navel, thick and glistening with pre-cum.

He spreads your thighs with one hand, forcing you to press yourself further into the tree for support. The other hand returns to your nipple, his touch slick and wet, and then you feel him—his thick tip gliding along your folds, teasing. Your slickness mixes with his precum coating him easily, his head catching at your entrance before slipping up to brush your clit.

“Please,” you whimper, your voice cracking as you push back against him. But your words tumble out incoherently, your mind too hazy to form a proper sentence.

Suguru chuckles, his voice rough. “What was that, baby? Say it again. Clearer this time.”

You whine, frustration spilling over as you curse under your breath.

“Sugi, pu—ah!”

Suguru suddenly pushes into you in one smooth, fluid motion, your slick sucking him so deep you hear the soft slap of his hips against your ass. His cock stretches you, fills you completely, and you cry out, the sound echoing. Your head knocks against the tree as his chest presses against your back, his breathing heavy and ragged.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice thick with arousal. “You’re so perfect, bent over for me.”

The sharp smack of his hand against your ass draws a yelp from you, the sting blooming into pleasure that makes you tremble. He pulls out slowly, the drag of his cock against your walls sending sparks down your spine. You push back against him, desperate for more, matching his rhythm as he thrusts deep, then slow, making you feel every inch.

“Feels so good,” you moan, your words slurring as you lose yourself in the sensation. “S-Sugi, you feel so good.”

His movements grow rougher, his hips snapping against yours with an urgency that drives you closer to the edge. The lewd sounds of your bodies meeting—wet, rhythmic, and desperate—fill the air, drowning out everything else.

“You’re so wet,” he pants, his lips brushing your ear. “So tight. Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so good.”

His hand finds your lips, and you instinctively suck on his fingers, coating them with saliva. When he moves them lower to rub tight circles on your clit, you gasp, your body jolting at the added stimulation. The dual sensations of his cock inside you and his fingers against your clit are too much, and you feel yourself spiraling.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his voice strained. “Fuck, I can feel it. So tight f’me.”

Your body shudders as his thrusts quicken, and his words push you over the edge. “Yours,” you manage to gasp, your voice breaking. “All yours—ah, Sugi!”

Your orgasm crashes over you, your walls clenching around him as your vision goes white. Suguru’s grip tightens on your hips as he drives into you, his breath hot and erratic against your neck. He murmurs praises in a husky tone, each word sending a shiver down your spine as he fucks you through your climax.

You remain clenched, your orgasm washing over you in waves, and you can feel his rhythm falter. Your mind is hazy, consumed by the need for more—an ache that only he can fill. Without thinking, the desperate words spill from your lips.

“Sugu… so deep, s’good—ah, come inside. Inside.”

As if compelled, his fingers dig into your flesh, leaving crescent-shaped imprints on your skin as he buries himself fully, shuddering. A guttural moan tears from his throat as he releases deep inside you, his warmth spreading, leaving you both trembling.

The sensation is intoxicating, his thick heat pooling within you as you instinctively push back, savoring every pulse and drop. His voice, raw and broken, murmurs your name like a prayer, and the way he groans against your ear is utterly intoxicating.

The chill of the air suddenly cuts through the heat radiating off your bodies, and you shiver, the reality of your surroundings creeping back. Suguru, noticing your tremble, seems to regain his senses. With a gentle, lingering touch, he eases out of you, carefully tucking himself back into his pants, his gaze soft as he steadies you.

The breeze is brisk, but the warmth of Suguru’s hands on your waist lingers, grounding you even as your legs feel weak and unsteady. You turn to face him, burying your face in his chest.

“Leed fan cee labe,” you mumble into his shirt, the words muffled and nonsensical.

“What was that?” he asks, his brows raising in confusion.

You lift your head, meeting his amused gaze with a sheepish smile. “Need a Plan B, babe.”

Realization dawns on his face, and his expression shifts. “Shit, you’re right.” His hands slide down to adjust your rumpled clothing, tugging your bottoms back into place. “Let’s head out now—we can stop so I can grab you one on the way.”

You nod, though the sticky discomfort between your thighs is impossible to ignore. A flush creeps up your neck, but you push the thought aside, focusing on the changing sky instead. The molten orange of the setting sun blends into hues of deep pink and violet, painting the horizon like a masterpiece. It’s breathtaking.

Suguru’s hair has completely fallen from its loose bun, the dark strands framing his face and catching the soft glow of the fading sunlight. He looks utterly spent, his lips curving into a lazy, content grin. You can’t help but smile back.

“Ready to head back?” he asks, his voice warm.

“Yeah,” you reply, even though your mind buzzes with the impending awkwardness of facing your friends. There’s no graceful way to rejoin them after what just happened, not when the evidence still clings to your skin. It feels like your secret is scrawled all over your face in bold letters.

The forest around you grows darker as the sun dips lower, the tall trees casting elongated shadows across the ground. When you reach the edge of the clearing, you spot the rest of your group by the pond. Gojo, Shoko, and Nanami are slapping at each other’s shoulders, giggling like some badass kids up to no good.

Suguru clears his throat, and Gojo spins around, his eyes narrowing playfully as he looks between the two of you. Suguru hooks his pinky around yours, the small gesture comforting.

“You two have been gone sus-pic-iously long,” Gojo sing-songs, dragging out the words for effect.

Your nose twitches at the strong, smoky scent of weed lingering in the air, and you spot the faint haze around them.

“And your eyes are suspiciously red,” you fire back, raising an eyebrow.

Nanami straightens, crossing his arms as if to feign sternness, but Shoko waves her hands dismissively, ushering the subject away.

“Fair enough,” she says, smirking. “Let’s call it even.”

Without further comment, the group begins gathering the picnic supplies—folding the blanket, collecting containers, and making lazy conversation about the sunset. The walk back to the car is peaceful, a comfortable silence. You feel spent, wrapped in the afterglow of your raunchy rendezvous with Suguru and the tranquil camaraderie of your friends.

But as you approach where Nanami’s sleek car should be parked, your steps falter. Instead of the vehicle, you’re met with two tire tracks imprinted in the dirt and an empty space where it once stood.

Nanami freezes, his jaw slack as he stares at the vacant spot. His face drains of color, and for a moment, no one says anything. It’s Gojo who finally breaks the silence.

“It can’t be… Did they tow it?” His voice carries a mix of disbelief and amusement like he’s caught between laughing and whining.

The realization settles over the group like a heavy cloud. You’re too tired to muster any real outrage, and your friends—still riding their high—seem similarly incapable of processing the situation.

Nanami buries his face in his hands, looking utterly defeated. Suguru, ever the calm one, pulls out his phone, typing rapidly.

“We just need to get back to the apartment,” he says, his tone steady. “My car’s there. I’m texting Toji to pick us up—he’s mobile anyways.”

You nod along with the others, eager to leave the wooded area before night fully descends. Suguru’s phone clicks shut, and he confirms Toji’s ETA. Relief washes over you at the thought of Toji’s reckless but dependable driving.

As you lean into Suguru’s chest for warmth, Gojo starts humming, then breaks into a loud, off-key rendition of Rihanna’s SOS. He’s halfway through the third chorus when the distinct roar of Toji’s car cuts through the air.

The Honda skids to a stop a few feet away, its engine revving loudly, headlights piercing the darkness.

“Hurry, get in!” Toji’s gruff voice calls, leaning out of the driver’s seat, a smirk on his face that somehow screams both “here to save the day” and “brace for the worst.”

The five of you scramble into the car in a chaotic rush. Gojo claims the passenger seat after a brief, comical tussle, leaving Shoko, Nanami, and Suguru to squeeze into the back. You climb onto Suguru’s lap, shutting the door as the car lurches forward.

Perched awkwardly, you grip the back of Toji’s seat to steady yourself as the sedan jolts over uneven terrain. Toji glances back briefly, patting your hand beside his head. “Duck down if we pass any cops, would ya? Can’t risk another ticket.”

The sky outside deepens to a starless black, made even darker by the car’s heavy tint. Toji’s erratic driving tosses you against Suguru’s chest, each bump jarring you further. You focus on your breathing, willing away the queasiness creeping into your stomach.

Gojo hums some nonsensical tune, punctuated by bursts of loud TikTok videos from his phone. Shoko, meanwhile, has gone limp, her head lolling from Suguru’s shoulder to Nanami’s. Her soft snores are oddly soothing amidst the chaos.

Nanami, ever the skeptic, watches Toji’s movements with a wary eye, his body stiff. “Something wrong, Toji?” he asks, his tone heavy with suspicion.

Toji’s brows furrow as he spares a glance at the rearview mirror. His hands tighten on the wheel, and the car speeds up to cut off a vehicle in the next lane. “Nothing major,” he says, though his voice carries a hint of unease.

“Nothing major?” Nanami repeats, pushing a hand through his hair. “I’ll take you at your word—for now.”

Toji clicks his tongue, as if debating how much to share. “Fine. Just a little hiccup,” he admits. “I double-back on a wealthy guy I scammed—transferred a chunk of cash to my second account earlier today. Forgot to use a VPN, though, so my withdrawal’s traceable. But don’t worry. I’ve got it all handled.”

The car goes quiet as his words sink in. You sit up straighter, your breath catching. Nanami chokes on whatever he was about to say. “You… what? Are we safe?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Toji says dismissively. “Relax. The IP’s all messed up anyway. I use public Wi-Fi—it’s not like they can trace it straight to me.”

Suguru groans, exasperated. “We’ve heard enough Toji, don’t incriminate my friends. Just get us home.”

You close your eyes, resting your forehead against the back of Toji’s seat. The constant dinging of notifications coming from his phone hoisted on the windshield mount is grating, and apparently, Gojo agrees—he snatches the device and powers it off. Toji glares but says nothing, his focus returning to the road.

“I’m getting carsick,” you mutter, pressing the button to roll down your window. Cool evening air rushes in, washing over your face and filling your lungs. Relief floods through you as familiar streets and buildings come into view, signaling the end of this turbulent ride.

Toji maneuvers into a tight spot between a Jeep and a Benz at the end of Gojo and Suguru’s street. The car creaks to a stop, and Suguru’s arms, which had been wrapped around your waist, shift to your thighs, smoothing over your legs.

You spot a sleek car with its hazards on, inching down the road. Squinting, you lean forward. “Check it out, Sugu! It’s a Bugatti.”

Suguru leans with you, intrigued. The car’s deliberate, almost sluggish pace feels odd, and you jab his chest lightly. “Scoping out the scenery, huh?”

Your teasing dies in your throat when the car suddenly surges forward, erratic and fast. The window facing you rolls down, and your heart sinks as the unmistakable silhouette of a gun muzzle emerges from the shadows within.

“Shit,” Toji growls, his voice tight with panic. His hand shakes as he fumbles to restart the ignition, the lanyard holding his keys slipping from his grip and clattering to the floor. Suguru yanks at your shoulders, trying to pull you down.

“What the hell’s going o—” Gojo’s voice cuts off as a thunderous crack tears through the night, the car shuddering violently as a bullet slams into its side. The second shot comes too quickly, sharp and jarring, the sound ricocheting inside the confined space. Chaos ignites in an instant.

Instant pain blooms in your left shoulder, hot and unforgiving, like fire spreading under your skin. It steals the air from your lungs, and a scream bursts from your throat—raw, guttural, almost unrecognizable as your own. Your eyes drop to your arm, now streaked with crimson, blood dripping steadily down to your fingertips.

Gunshots. I’ve been hit. A bullet grazed me. What the fuck? If Toji isn’t dead, I’m gonna kill him myself.

The thoughts slam into you, disjointed and surreal, the world spinning as your mind struggles to grasp the gravity of the moment.

“Suguru, they—” The words barely make it past your lips before his hands are on you, firm but trembling as he grips your shoulders. His voice is frantic, his usually steady tone cracked with panic. “Get down—stay low!”

Toji’s curses cut through the chaos, sharp and biting. His fist slams against the dashboard as the engine sputters to life. “Hold on!” he barks, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. The car jerks forward, tires screeching against the asphalt, but the motion only worsens the dizziness clawing at you.

Your vision begins to blur, black spots creeping into the edges, stars flickering like dying embers. The muffled voices around you—Suguru’s urgent commands, Toji’s muttered expletives—start to fade, swallowed by the throbbing pain and the encroaching darkness.

Slipping under, the last thing you hear is Suguru shouting your name before unconsciousness claims you.

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saeslove · 1 year ago

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LOVE COMPATIBILITY… 98%

synopsis in which you fall in love with satoru gojo while pairing up with him to get your dream crush.

note: # slight(lillll to no) angst, fluff! flirty satoru omg. listen to lover ! YOU WON’T REGRET. you’ll know why later on ;) wc 3k.

divider by @cafekitsune <3

“So, Kento Nanami, huh?”

You could feel two bright cerulean eyes burning at the back of your head. Who else if none other than Satoru Gojo?

“What? Utahime Isn't here, nor is Nanami. If that’s what you wanted to know.” You said, eyes still perched on your books.

Annoyed, he made his way around the table and took a seat in front of you. He lifted your chin and finally, your eyes met his bright cerulean ones with a shit-eating grin of his. “I see the way you look at him. I’d say you have a crush on him.”

“Fuck you. So what if I do? Can you disturb Utahime instead?” You swatted his hands away from your chin and went back to your book.

He scoffed at your feisty actions. “I have a proposal. You help me get Utahime and I’ll help you with Nanami. Deal?”

One sentence from him made you lose all focus on your book. And he knows. From the way you slowly drift your attention from the book to his eyes. He has finally caught your attention. If it wasn’t for your crush on Nanami, maybe you would have swooned at the sight.

You sighed, grabbing your book and shoving it into your bag. “It’s a deal, Gojo.”

Kento Nanami. The vice-president of the student council, Utahime as president. He’s quoted as the perfect student, he’s got the looks, along, with straight A’s. But to you, he’s just Nanami. Not that you know him personally. You disregarded his existence over a year, until your very first meeting with him. The same one that made you fall in love with him.

Utahime Iori. President of the student council. She’s quoted as the ‘school belle’. Her calm and gentle demeanour. The ribbons tied around her long black-purplish hair, her bangs resting on her forehead. To you, it was as if you saw an angel fall from the sky. No wonder Gojo had a crush on her.

“So, Suguru and I heard you got yourself into a deal with Satoru? Care to explain? ” Shoko nudged your elbow, with her signature smirk to pry the information out of you.

Like a normal best friend, you whole-heartedly explain the situation you got yourself into. Only to be met with a laugh, “Best wishes to you, YN. Don’t catch yourself falling in love with Gojo!”

You rolled your eyes in disgust. Ugh, as if!

Kento Nanami, whom you only shared 1 conversation with. But now, it’s going to change. With the help of Satoru Gojo. Well only if you help him with Utahime Iori, Of course!

“You know, you should start talking to him, instead of gawking your eyes out at him. He’s going to think you’re creepy that’s all.” Gojo says, with both his arms supporting his head, aware of the deadly glare you send his way.

“Instead of striking up a conversation, which you suck at. Try asking him to tutor you in Mathematics. Although I can probably do it better though.”

When it comes to Mathematics, Gojo(surprisingly) and Nanami are always the top students.

Embarrassed, that you were caught staring. “W-Well! Look at you! How about you and Utahime? Try asking her out to a cafe! Maybe a cat cafe! Girls like her love taking aesthetic pictures in a cat cafe…!”

It took you more than a day to gather up the courage to ask Nanami to be your tutor. Honestly, you weren’t that bad at Math, but if this is the only way to get closer to Nanami, this is all you had to take.

On the other hand, Gojo took more than a week to ask Utahime out. She’s the president, of course, and she has her other admirers! You made slight remarks about ‘The Satoru Gojo’ being able to get whatever he wants except the girl he wants. It hurt his pride, but boy, it was worth it when she finally said yes.

You two were getting somewhere. And this? Is only the beginning!

“YN!!! HELP ME!! This is an urgent matter!” Gojo whined, throwing a fit, like a kid who didn’t get candy from his mother in the mall he dragged you into.

“What? Why can’t you just throw yourself into anything? Suguru said your closet was filled with branded clothes.” You mumbled softly but loud enough for him to hear.

You were thrown off guard when he suddenly bent down, matching both your heights to close up the gap between you, throwing the smirk that girls in your school swooned over.

He booped your nose. “Hey, don’t forget the deal we made. You’re here to help me pick out an outfit for my date with Utahime this Saturday.”

You took a step back, you could feel your cheeks heating up. Haha! Maybe you could lie your way out, telling him you have a fever? Your bubble of thoughts burst when you heard him call out ‘Utahime’.

Right. You were supposed to help him. Plus you had a crush on Nanami! Right?..

He chuckled at your reaction, going back to his original height. You were just adorable to tease! “Plus you could’ve told me if you had an eye for my branded clothes. Say the word and they’re all yours.”

You spent half the day helping Gojo with his outfit. He wasn’t that picky with style and fashion but you wanted to make sure he looked his best with the girl he liked. To say he isn’t gorgeous-looking is a lie. He is gorgeous. The shirt you picked out hugged his broad shoulders perfectly. You could almost see his six-pack abs. You knew he was fit, but not this ripped. God damn-

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” He teased.

He ended up not getting that shirt because you claimed it was ‘too fitting’ and would only scare Utahime out. Lies. You wanted to be selfish and be the only one to see his body and that part of him.

“It’s late. I’ll send you home. A reward for helping me today!”

It’s not that you hated Satoru Gojo, he’s just a pain in the neck to deal with but you don’t mind.

Here you are, sitting next to him on the bus. You brushed off his offer but he insisted on sending you home so you gave up arguing. Satoru Gojo gets whatever he wants except the girl he wants.

You decided to break the awkward tension when you realised he stopped talking. It was too quiet for your liking. You offered him the right side of your earpiece. He looked at you, confused.

“Wanna, um- share earpiece and listen to my songs? It’s quite a ride. 15 stops heh. Don’t want you to get bored and regret your decision, then you’ll leave me alone at a random stop” You said sheepishly.

He smiled, taking his side of your earpiece and slotting in his ear. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’d never leave you.”

As if it was right on cue, your playlist started playing ‘Lover’ by Taylor Swift. It was just embarrassing to change now. You just let it be.

Oh Spotify, the wingman you are.

It was a regular day, you needed help with a Math question, not wanting to call Nanami, you didn’t want him to think you’re that dumb. Is that really the reason? Instead, you called Gojo.

Of course he teased you into calling him.

After two hours, you decided to take a break. While Gojo used your bathroom, you played on your phone, stumbling on a love calculator. Completely unaware that Gojo was out of the bathroom.

You felt your phone being snatched away. “Ooh what’s this sweetheart? A love compatibility calculator? You and Nanami 35% HAHA aww poor you. Lemme type in me and Utahime.. WHAT! 21% Damn…”

“Give my phone back Gojo!” You stood on your tippy toes, stretching your arms to reach for it.

He wriggled your phone on top of his head, grabbing both your wrist with his free hand and pinned it in the air. Now your faces were really close, you could feel his breath on yours. “Call me Satoru, sweetheart.”

“Why did you call me out here on a friday night sweetheart? You miss me?”

You tsked at the man towering over you. “Me and Nanami are going out! We’re going ice skating tomorrow but I don’t know how to. And I know you have a date with Utahime tomorrow but you’re the first and only person I could think of. It’s okay if you don’t want to though! I underst-”

You were rambling. A habit of yours. It’s cute. Satoru thinks but sorry, he just had to cut you off!

He took your hand, placing it on his shoulders while getting on his knees. “Tie your laces properly sweetheart, don’t want you to fall now. I’m honoured that you thought of me and of course I’ll teach you! I’m the best skater in all of Japan!” (not really..)

Throughout the whole time, he held your hands gently, like you’re made of glass. “Bend your knees sweetheart. I got you. You won’t fall as long as I’m here. I’ll be behind you, kay? I’ll let go when I think you’re ready.” He moves his blades backward, letting you stride forward in return.

With him behind you, you felt better. You attempted to skate forward when you felt the loss of a pair of hands. You started to panic, causing you to lose your balance on the ice. You were going to fall. You closed your eyes expecting to land face flat but luckily, it never happened. You opened your eyes, you were met with his charming cerulean eyes. You were caught by Satoru’s strong grip. You feel his muscular arms resting at your waist.

“Shit I’m sorry sweetheart you were doing so well. I thought you’d be fine on your own.”

The space between you was so close that you just wanted to lean in and kiss him. To know what his lips tasted like but you remember the date with Utahime and Nanami. Tomorrow.

You squirmed out of his grasp, brushing off the wrinkles of your shirt. “I’m alright but you! Almost dropped me!”

You wanted to tease him some more when you saw the tears pooling up in his eyes. You felt bad for him. After all he did catch you, did he not?

You ran your hand through his soft snow white hair. You melted at the sight of him tilting his head to see you better. He looks like a cat. You think.

You softly said “I’m not hurt. After all, you did catch me. Thank you for that”

You felt him chuckling. He removed your hands from his hair to kiss your knuckles. “HAHA GOT YOU! JUST SAY YOU LOVE ME- OW!”

Kento Nanami, the vice president of the student council, the one whom you shared 1 conversation with, is out on a date with you. You two had recently been much closer, thanks to the tuition he gave you. Not like you needed it. You insisted on paying him but he rejected. Instead repay him by going on a date with him.

Shoko congratulated you, ‘He’s finally liked you back YN!!’ But do you? Aren’t you happy?

It was also the day of Utahime’s date with Satoru. The day he awaited ever since he striked that deal with you. That also meant him, wearing the outfit you picked out. You sighed.

But weren’t you getting what you’ve always wanted? Kento Nanami and you. Satoru Gojo with Utahime Iori? Will this end your friendship?

Thanks to Satoru, you’ve become a better skater. Better than before. At least. Your mind flew to the night before, caught in your dreamworld till you tripped over your own blade. You were caught by a strong grip at your waist. But it wasn’t the grip you were familiar with.

It wasn’t Satoru Gojo’s.

“Are you okay YN?” Nanami asked with concern written all over him.

You had to lie your way out. Said you weren’t feeling well so he concluded to wrap the day up and send you home. You also lied about your address, giving Shoko’s address instead. Once he waved you goodbye and out of your sight, you knocked on Shoko’s door and immediately broke down in her arms

God, you felt awful lying to Kento Nanami, after all he’s nothing but sweet to you.

Shoko spent an hour comforting you. You explained your situation in between your broken cries and hiccups. “I’m in love with Satoru Gojo!!! Shoko!!”.

Shoko was dumbfounded. Did she perhaps jinxed it?

You felt terrible. For liking someone you shouldn’t. You didn’t bother asking Satoru how his date went. Him and Utahime probably got together. There was no way he needed you now. So for the next few days, you decided to absent yourself from school and reality. You decided it was too early to face the truth.

satoru gojo.

Hey sweet thing, you okay? How was your date yesterday? Did he hurt you? Are you unwell? Text me after you see this okay?:(((((((

shoko 💕

Come to school bff, I’ll treat you to lunch?

SUGURU 🫡🫡

Hey YN. You alright? We’re worried about you. Text us when you’re ready.

You groaned in displeasure, wrapping yourself in your blanket. If there’s one thing that you hate, it has to be ignoring your friends. 200 miscalls from the group chat. It hurt your heart when you decided to mute them.

Ding! One new notification. Now you were really furious. Didn’t you muted them all? Do you have to go that far by blocking them? You checked your phone ready to burst, until it’s not your usual friend group.

Nanami Kento

Hey YN. Can we meet for a while? If that’s okay with you.

You

Sure. Can I send you my address? I don’t want my friends to catch me outside right now.

Nanami Kento

I hope it’s your real address this time. But of course, anything for you YN.

Ugh. You cringed, he wasn’t supposed to find out. You forced your butt out of bed to tidy yourself up before he arrives.

Minutes later, he arrived at your doorstep, pulling something out from the side. “Hey. Got you these flowers.”

You accepted the flowers— a pretty baby’s breath bouquet wrapped in cerulean fabric wrap, the same colour as Satoru's eyes. “How did you know I like these? I never told you.”

You shifted your gaze from the flowers to him. You could tell that he was nervous as he rubbed the back of his while avoiding eye contact with you.

“I had to ask Satoru Gojo. You like him, don’t you? That night, you left your earpiece in the car, and I know how important it is to lose something so I made a U-turn. I knocked on the door but no one answered. I didn’t mean to overhear you confessing your feelings for him to.. Shoko? You were quite loud, YN. Still got your earpiece though. Here.”

You felt the world crumbling beneath you, and another problem arise. “Nanami.”

You had no excuse. You had to come clean eventually but fate wanted you to right your wrongs right here and now.

He cut you off with a smile. “It’s alright YN, please don’t ever apologise about your feelings. I know you were sincere about being friends with me. To be honest, I liked you too, from the very first day we met. Go find Satoru Gojo. He’s the man who can truly make you happy. I shall take my leave YN, just letting you know that I’m always here for you.”

Tears stained down your cheeks but you could only mutter out “Thank you, Nanami.”

It was there when you realise, you no longer had a crush on Kento Nanami.

‘Go find Satoru Gojo’ His words repeatedly ring in your head. You stared at the earpiece and bouquet in your hands. The same earpiece that you shared with Satoru that night. The flowers you told him you loved.

Despite your lack of stamina, you decided to run, as fast as your legs could take you. And it led you to Satoru Gojo’s house. You were panting by now. Your mind told you to leave. To turn back and go home. But your legs betrayed you. You walked to his front door, about to knock until the door swung open. You lost your balance as you were leaning on the door.

You were instantly greeted by a familiar pair of arms around your waist. The arms who fit your waist perfectly. Your eyes meet ceruleans ones, matching the bouquet Nanami had given you.

“Sweetheart?”

“Satoru.”

The two of you stayed in that position, not wanting to move. After all, you haven’t seen him in almost a week! He begged Shoko to tell him what was going on but you knew she would never break girl code.

You and Satoru sat in silence on his porch, staying silent. “Wna tell me what’s bothering you sweetheart?”

“Stop calling me that! Nanami and I aren’t a thing by the way. But! You! You have a girlfriend!”

Oh. So that was what’s going on.

He wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer till there’s no space left between you. You could feel his eyes dart from your mouth to your eyes. Not that you mind. You did the same.

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” That was your cue.

He was taking too long to kiss you.

You tugged his collar and next thing you knew, his lips were on yours. You finally knew what he tasted like —and now, you can’t get enough of it.

The deal between you two, was long forgotten.

In a daze, you reluctantly pull away, trying to catch your breath, finding yourself smiling at the sight of Satoru chasing your lips. Your lips found his once more and this continues for a long time.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a while,” Satoru confessed.

“About Utahime, she cancelled off the date a week before, just didn’t tell ya. She’s moving to Kyoto and I realised that the only girl I wanted to go on a cat cafe date is with you YN.”

Your lips begin to tremble slightly. You wrapped your arms around his torso, burying your head in his chest. “I’m in love with you Satoru.”

“I love you too, YN. Please be mine and don’t ever ignore me again. Told you I’d never leave you.” He whispers, giving soft kisses in your hair.

You pulled away looking up at him. Even with tears all over your face, he thinks you’re the prettiest mess he’s ever seen. You reached out your hand offering him the right side of your earpiece. “Wna listen to some songs?"

He flashes you a smile “Only if you play Lover.”

BONUS!

"Oooo baby look! We got 98% on the love compatibility calculator!" Satoru beamed happily.

"It better be" You whispered.

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anystalker707 · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x [male, amab] Reader Summary: Halloween night. Suguru has been teasing you for a while, but this is the last straw - he dressed up as your new fictional crush, König. That's personal. Tags: Bottom suguru / light choking / in the club's restroom / he thinks he's cool

Requested by @josukeslefttitty

Shibuya, October 31st

Thankfully, everyone was as invested in their Halloween costumes as you, so you didn’t feel out of place as your friends walked down the streets, sometimes attracting curious eyes. Other people also wore costumes, attracting your attention instead. The streets of Shibuya slowly got more agitated, even if you were still in the first hours of the night of Halloween. The chilly air of autumn didn’t seem to bother anyone too much, only contributing to the more intricate costumes, if anything, though some people defied the temperature anyway.

Satoru and Ieiri had decided it would be best to go for a pre-party—which everyone agreed with—to grab drinks and snacks at a convenience store before going to the real destination. Ieiri had a hand on Yu’s shoulder as she talked about something that made him blush a little; Kento walked beside them, ignoring Yu’s attempts to push him into the conversation and Satoru’s annoying comments. You had tried to get Utahime to come along, but she had spilled a lot of things about not hanging out with kids, so…

You and Suguru walked a few steps behind them, your attention focused on Satoru’s banter until you just snapped out of it and sighed, looking around the streets that kept lightened up by the glowing billboards and signs despite the darkening sky.

“You know,” Suguru’s voice pulled you away from your thoughts, attracting your gaze to his. His brown irises stood out with the black makeup around his eyes—you wondered how he’d look with that mask on, but he’d only been carrying it along with the helmet under his arm, so far. “We need to take a picture together later. Just the two of us. You’re looking really nice.”

A smile spread across your face at Suguru’s words, at the same time a warm feeling fluttered in your chest. “Of course, yeah, that’d be fantastic.”

It was difficult to ignore how Suguru looked in those clothes. He had dressed as your new fictional heartthrob for Halloween, rocking the military aesthetic and the feral air it had. Did he see the posts you’d made about König or something? Was it intentional? Damn. It was mostly accurate, missing some gear around the torso, but it was understandable, given the mobility. The beige cargo pants were a little tight, probably borrowed from someone else, leaving a nice space for imagination whenever you observed him a little too much. The outfit fit him so well that it was hard not to pull him closer and…

“Do you think my costume looks nice? I did my best to make it as accurate as I could.” Suguru asked, looking down at himself and then back at you with those charming eyes, as if he knew something you didn’t. Fucker.

“Yeah,” you muttered with a hum, glancing down at his outfit without checking him out that much, even if he’d potentially caught you staring earlier. It was difficult to determine whether you were being discreet or not while so immersed in thoughts. “Looks pretty good, though I haven’t seen you with the mask yet.”

Suguru raised his eyebrows as the smile on his lips widened, and he hummed. “Oh, right. Satoru and Shoko were bothering me about it earlier, so I ended up taking it off and forgot to put it back on. It’s not that great, just some shirt I cut holes in and tried to make it more accurate.” He stopped walking for a little just to put on the helmet and adjust the mask, doing it quickly, in a way you didn’t need to rush a lot to catch up with the others. “So?” His brown eyes blinked a couple of times through the holes in the mask, and your heart skipped a beat just at that.

“Oh,” you muttered, trying to keep your thoughts on track, and not about how hot he’d look… “Yeah, amazing,” you said with a nod. Suguru had to be doing that on purpose, no matter how you couldn’t find the familiar air of tease in his eyes when he looked at you.

At some point, Satoru had the helmet on instead as he walked around the convenience store, but Suguru kept the mask. He stood by Shoko with his arms crossed under his chest and weight over one of his legs in a way his hip popped out a little, talking with her absentmindedly, while she looked at cigarette boxes displayed behind a glass. How did he manage to be so hot while he wasn’t even trying?

Whatever Shoko said, it resulted in Suguru chuckling as he grabbed her hand and turned her palm up, tracing something on it. You wondered how it’d feel on you instead.

It made your thoughts race again, taking another turn as you forgot about what you were doing until Satoru shoved another glass of beer into your hand.

“Heh, what’s in your mind, (y/n)? I hope it doesn’t have to do with Suguru’s thighs.” He paused as he looked toward Suguru and sighed, shaking his head as if he longed for them. Maybe he did. Motherfucker.

“Just thinking,” you quickly excused, adjusting the beer bottles and cans of energy drink in your arms. “Shoko looks good,” you averted the subject, hoping he would buy it, and thankfully, Satoru seemed to be only using one brain cell right now, as usual.

“Oh, wait, we also need some candies. I want to make a drink with sour candies,” he muttered, pulling you along to the other side of the convenience store, but your eyes lingered on Suguru, meeting his gaze for a second.

Suguru dismissed your company on the way to the club, instead letting Satoru link arms with him while ranting about god knows what. Why did he decide to leave you? Had you become boring? Was he playing more games? A sigh escaped your lips as you shook your thoughts away.

“So…” Ieiri suddenly showed up next to you with a grin, rolling a lollipop around her mouth, one she’d grabbed from the counter at the convenience store. She read you very well. Just the way she looked at you compelled you to look away, shaking your head again; she giggled. “Yeah, there we go again.”

“Don’t say anything,” you told her with a playful pout, holding back a smile that threatened to grow even more at how she giggled again.

Shoko opened her mouth a couple of times, but whatever she pondered saying, was replaced by a simple shrug as she patted your arm lightly. Alright. Well, you had other things to focus on right now, and one of them was absolutely how Suguru’s ass looked in those tight cargos. If only you had the chance to squeeze it. Your hand ached just at the thought—just like your cock threatened to come to life.

Things only got more difficult as you arrived at the club. Despite the great number of people, the place wasn’t cramped up. It was a nice, clean club with cool Halloween decorations hanging around, selling themed drinks, as also themed songs played in the background. The smell of artificial fog lingered in the air as it rose, making the colorful lights more visible.

Kento sat with you on the same couch in a calmer area, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone or taking pictures of the others when requested. He talked to you a bit, but the conversation quickly dissipated.

Your mind couldn’t keep track of a chat while Suguru walked around like that, like a piece of meat waiting to be eaten. One that was supposed to be yours and not be touched by everyone like that. What was Suguru even trying to do? He didn’t like being touched that much, so there was no reason to keep a hand around Shoko’s waist like that or let Satoru keep resting a hand on his chest. Why couldn’t you do it, though? Only you. It made something burn in your chest, stiffening your muscles as you tried your best not to get up and do something. Hopefully, the glass of cocktail covered part of your annoyed expression.

It was, however, when you saw Suguru allow Satoru to pull his shirt up to take a look at his bare skin that you almost crushed the glass you held. Kento even glanced at you when you inhaled sharply, setting the glass down on the small table nearby before you stood up, eyes trained on the side of Suguru’s head.

Maybe you should focus on something else. You put the glass away and shook your head, trying to shake away the feeling and the thoughts as well. There was a nice song playing, so you moved over to the dance floor, squeezing past people to get on there with them—in contrast to the other areas of the club, the dance floor was crowded, full of people wanting to party the night away.

A couple of minutes passed by when you noticed the familiar costume, and your eyes widened a little noticing, Suguru there also dancing with you—no helmet again, which led you to presume Satoru had stolen it once more. It was okay, at first, but then he started pressing close, glued to you until his ass was practically grinding against your crotch. You gently pushed him away, but he stepped back again. Fucking hell…

“Suguru?” You talked into his ear, loud enough for him to hear over the loud music. “What are you—”

“It’s too cramped here,” he replied immediately, naturally, “what else am I supposed to do while it’s this crowded?”

What was he supposed to do? What were you supposed to do while he tortured you all night long? Fuck it.

Your hand wrapped around Suguru’s wrist to drag him with you without caring who was in the way.

You walked into the restroom with Suguru right behind you, the music becoming muffled as you walked into the space. It was well-kept, really, with no strong smells, black walls, and red-tinted LEDs above the mirror that stretched itself along the wall, over the silver taps on the black marble counter, and the doors to the stalls were also black. Only one person was in there, already leaving after washing their hands. Suguru stepped aside and watched them leave, about to say something when you closed the door and locked it.

Suguru’s eyes widened a little through the holes of the mask, and you imagined if he already presumed what would happen. Either way, he didn’t have time to speak anything—you pinned him to the counter first, a hand by each side of his hips as you looked at him in the eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Your voice didn’t carry the same light tone from before, now with a tone that matched your serious look.

Suguru didn’t know where to put his hands, letting them hand in the air before they slowly settled down on the edge of the counter as well, beside yours. His breath was caught in his throat as his wide eyes watched you, blinking a couple of times as if it would help him think properly, but it didn’t do much. He gulped and was thankful he had his face covered. “What do you—”

“Come on, don’t play dumb,” you exhaled, placing a hand on Suguru’s chest, right in the middle, almost feeling his racing heart under your palm. Your fingers ran up and settled under his chin through the mask, keeping his gaze on you. “You know exactly what you are doing, and I can’t take it anymore.”

You wanted to kiss Suguru on the lips, but the mask was in the way, and he looked so hot wearing it… It could stay on for now.

“If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop.” Your eyes held Suguru’s gaze to prove the seriousness of your words, before your hands sneaked under his shirt to hold his waist, rubbing soft circles into his warm skin.

It almost felt unreal to finally be touching Suguru like that, with something buzzing under your skin as you tried to figure out what to do with him now that you had the opportunity. The list was long, that was the problem. It went from just playing with his nipples to pulling his hair back to watch the face he would make when your cock still bullied his prostate after an orgasm. What were you supposed to choose? If only you had all the time and privacy you wanted…

You pressed your lips together to contain the will to kiss Suguru, making him face the other way and looking at him through the mirror instead. Tension laced Suguru’s actions as well, but it was similar to the one you felt, with blood hammering in your ears while the arousal rushed through your veins and spread a warm feeling in your lower stomach. A bulge was visible in Suguru’s pants, struggling in the tight fabric of the beige cargos.

“Fuck, you must be sadistic or something, with the way you kept doing that…” You exhaled, hands returning to the marble edge by each of Suguru’s hips. Your eyes fell to Suguru’s hands, observing them curled into fists as their heels pressed to the marble, growing tenser when your hips pressed to his ass.

Suguru’s breath faltered a little, eventually growing heavier as you started grinding your erection against his ass. The silence that came from him gave you doubts that were quickly dismissed when he adjusted his position and moved his hips in sync, eventually snatching a moan from you as your cock got completely hard. Just the dry humping felt so good when it wasn’t with something like a pillow or someone you actually desired.

Eventually, though, Suguru cracked a breathy chuckle—it was hard to identify it without a full view of his face, but you could imagine a smirk tugging on his lips. “Please,” Suguru moaned, and his eyes were closed when you looked at him in the mirror, even if it was a little difficult to tell that. Hearing him ask for more made your skin rise in shivers as a wave of excitement ran down your spine, irises turning into thin rings around your blown pupils. He leaned forward until his elbows met the marble, pressing his ass back against your crotch with it.

“Oh, now you’re talking,” you muttered, much to his amusement, hooking your thumbs around his waistband to trail along it until both your hands met the buckle of the belt and started to undo it, and then the buttons, making it possible to lower his pants to about the middle of his thighs. Your tented-up pants pressed to his bare ass, and it was such a sight, compelling your cock to twitch in demand for attention.

You fished the packet of lube and the condom from your pocket before also lowering your pants and underwear, letting your cock rest heavily against his ass. Damn, you wished you could take a picture of it right now. Suguru even arched his back a little more, pressing himself back against your cock.

Suguru’s eyes observed you through the mirror, with anticipation and a shared need. His eyes narrowed lightly when you raised your eyebrows, sighing as you unpacked the condom and rolled it in before squeezing the lube over your cock, letting some drip on Suguru’s hole. Your thumb pressed to his hole, feeling it flutter under your touch until the ring of muscles gave in under your touch, and you could slip your finger in.

Not a lot of resistance greeted your thumb as it slowly dived deeper into Suguru’s walls, spreading the lube nicely. He groaned a little, walls clenching around your finger; his hips threatened to move, but you held him still with a hand around his waist.

“Feel good?” You tried to snatch more words from him, to get more of the feeling that stirred in your lower stomach with that attitude of his. “Come on, Suguru, I want you to tell me more about what you want.”

Once again, Suguru looked at you through the mirror. A weak sound escaped his throat when your finger pushed in deeper, slowly starting to thrust in and out of him. “I want you, idiot,” he breathed with a whimper, clenching around your finger. You limited yourself to smirking to prevent a chuckle. His voice was quiet, almost unintelligible under the muffled, beating song that came from outside, making you wish you’d find another opportunity to have him like that just to appreciate his sounds properly. “I— Damn it, fuck me already,” he breathed sharply and let his head hang in defeat, drawing a chuckle from you. Alright, alright.

“Now, we’re getting somewhere,” you said with a pleased sigh, with a new boost of arousal.

Your hand held the base of your cock, guiding it to Suguru’s entrance and pushing just the tip in at first, testing the waters. Suguru groaned, back arching as he pushed his hips back, so you continued. “Fuck,” you breathed, taking a deep breath to get through the sensation of his walls slowly accommodating around your cock. One of his hands reached back, holding on firmly to the forearm of the hand you’d pressed to his waist.

“Fucking finally,” Suguru said with a whiny moan, relaxing more over the counter. Of course, he’d let you do all the job.

The sensation of finally being inside Suguru like you’d daydreamed about so many times before was intoxicating, in a way that you needed to take a few deep breaths while thrusting in and out of him, slowly, watching your cock disappear in his ass a couple of times before looking at him through the mirror again. He looked so hot with that mask on, really.

A quiet curse fell incoherent under a moan as you settled down for a steady pace, slowly filling the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin. He felt so good around you, clenching around your cock so deliciously.

“How long have you been playing this game?” You breathed to Suguru, hooking an arm around his torso to press a hand to his chest, with his collarbones right under your index finger and thumb. A little pressure there was enough to have him leaning up enough for your head to be right next to his while you still thrust into him with the same intensity. “I almost believed I was making things up until you gave me no choice,” you said through a groan, tightening your grip around his waist, and letting your fingers sink into the soft skin.

Suguru gasped, a higher-pitched moan spilling from his lips as he arched his back, squeezing your forearm in some sort of response. “You’re just too slow, mmph— Fuckin’ took you forever.” His other hand pressed to the surface of the marble to help support himself up, even more so after your thrusts started getting faster. “It was s—so fun watching your desperate face whenever I did something, so st—stupid— Ahhh—” Suguru interrupted himself with a moan when you started thrusting sharply, moving your hand from his waist to grasp the base of his cock tightly. He hissed, holding on to the edge of the counter instead.

“Fuck off, I’m still gonna make you regret that,” you groaned. Your hand slipped under the mask, taking firm hold of Suguru’s neck; his skin was warm and sweaty, and his throat moved against your palm as he swallowed thickly. “I should’ve done this before,” you groaned, squeezing Suguru’s neck before he could make any funny comment again. “Did you think it was funny to dress up as my game crush and go around with those tight pants, letting everyone feel you up? Are you that desperate? Fucking shameful.”

“Well,” Suguru breathed, and you imagined he was smirking again. Motherfucker. “Maybe if you weren’t so slow… Nngh…” His back arched, cock twitching on your palm.

Was he making those remarks on purpose? Did he make them just for the way you responded? Damn it. Your hand tightened around his neck—not enough to cut off his air—, and you fucked him hard enough for his body to start rocking every time your hips met his ass.

The thought of Suguru teasing you all this time just to play clueless when you approached the subject, looking at you with that mischievous gaze… Your cock twitched, balls tightening as you could feel your orgasm in the distance, so you invested in fucking Suguru in that angle that made his ass milk your cock so deliciously, making him bend down forward a little more.

Suguru’s arms were trembling from holding himself up like that, but he knew better than to give up to the weakness that slowly crept up his muscles, fighting against it as he focused on the pleasure you made him feel. He could barely contain his moans, and the fact you were at a club vanished in the back of your mind.

“There’s still so much stuff I wanna do to you,” you breathed, observing Suguru’s eyes rolling back through the mirror.

Whatever he said in response fell incoherent through moans that only grew breathier and longer as you ran your hand up and down his cock slowly, and it was all it took for him to finally cum. His ass squeezed around your cock, driving you to the edge at the same time; shivers ran up your thighs before your balls tightened, and you finally came, thrusts stuttering as you rode through your orgasm.

A soft, last cry of pleasure escaped Suguru’s lips before your movements finally ceased. The tiredness became more evident after the urgency wore out, with blood hammering in your ears while your chest heaved up and down with your pants, but it didn’t stop you from lifting Suguru’s mask and pulling him for a kiss. The position wasn’t the best, all awkward and difficult, but both of you needed that kiss to the same extreme levels, groaning into each other’s mouth while trying your best to take as much as you could from the kiss, including tongues and teeth here and there.

“This is security,” the sudden voice cut sharply through the whole mood, making both of you freeze as a heavy banging came from the door. “Is anyone in there?”

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#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #suguru geto #x reader #x male reader #geto x male reader #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #fan fic #fan fiction #oneshot #imagine

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hockeyisforthegays · 7 days ago

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if jjk were influencers what would they influence. i think yuuji would be some fitness person and nobara could do smth with sewing/repair/plushie making but idk

this is more of a general social media/content creator au and less specifically "influencer" but.

pondering this pondering this. upon thought idt yuuji would be posting about fitness actually, because like, yeah hes strong and all but its mostly natural strength? hes actually kind of a couch potato. i think he would be like a movie reviewer actually and unintentionally amass an army of fitness bros who keep asking about his nonexistent routine (todo is this) (also its either like joint review show with junpei or junpei is his mutual) ill also repeat naomhan here and agree that yuuji has big twitch streamer energy so there's that too. (now MAKI is a fitness grindset influencer for sure...)

nobara i think would be a beauty/fashion content creator like it seems too easy to say so but i do think if she were gonna chase clout thats the avenue she'd take. i think what would eventually make it big for her would be like. 'get ready with me,' doing her makeup while roasting the SHIT out of someone for... some reason. she accidentally pressed record while gossiping with someone off frame? someone wrote in her comments asking for advice in dealing with some huge jerk? she's reading AITA posts? either way the first time was not particularly meditated, but blew up so she kept doing it and its her niche now. her disses are just too hot

is megumi a booktoker.... no he hates attention he has a private tumblr blog where he posts his book reviews that get 3 notes (1 like and 1 reblog from yuuji and 1 reply from nobara) and hes happy that way. as far as anyone can tell. either that or something about animal care. if this is an AU then maybe he's the reluctant face of some wildlife rescue's social media page. i think thats cute. he was just a volunteer in the bg of a bunch of insta pictures and the internet made up lore about him & hes just stuck with it now

gojo is the most classic #influencer type like just posting pics of whatever insane over the top dessert or opulent scenic vacay vista and all his followers are just there cuz they wish they had his life. or they wanna fuck him. one of the two

yuuta is a small time vlogger - it's basically just a video journal, doesnt have a big following - inumaki is a twitch streamer OF COURSE, panda is writing rpf. this is canon.

ijichi has like a aesthetic studyblr/organization and productivity type channel. VERY popular HUGE following. yaga craft channel. shokohime has a baseball podcast shoko is her indulgent co-host who knows far far less about baseball but they play into that well. all of the kyoto students listen to it.

nanami has the worlds driest advice podcast that has 1 regular listener. nanami only bothers to record and post episodes when that 1 listener sends in a question. the listener is yuuji.

suguru has a cult.

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slut4sugu · 1 year ago

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❝DOPE AND DIAMONDS ! ❞

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ [ ft! ] geto suguru x black!femreader ! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ [ content warnings ! ] college!au, black!fem reader, mentions of weed, plug!geto, mutual pining, reader has an earthy aesthetic

PLUG!GETO who saw you leaning against a wall sipping on something in a red solo cup, with a long pink ruffled skirt resting low in your hips. Accompanied by a a white lettuce long sleeve crop top, which complimented your ebony skin. That glowed as you effortlessly captivated everyone who met your gaze. “You’re staringggg suguruuuu, she’s hot but you migh scare her off like that.” “she doesn’t look like one to be scared easily, if she was do you think I’d be interested?”

PLUG!GETO who made his way over to you at the bar after you had ordered another drink, “You seem quite bored here despite looking stunning for a college party.” The deep yet gentle voice caught you off guard, looking over to your left side you saw him. Long dark hair, half lidded eyes, a gentle smile graced on his handsome features. The faint smell of weed and cologne made your heart flutter. “Well I like dolling myself up from time to time even if the place I’m going to isn’t worth my presence.”

PLUG!GETO who let out an airy laugh at this, “really then? Well do you wanna get out of here?” Your interested peaked in this guy, his calm reassuring voice, and his alluring aura was strangely comforting. Unlike many other guys who had attempted to hit on you, “maybe, what’s your name stranger?” You asked with a slightly flirtatious tone, as a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “Suguru geto.”

PLUG!GETO who led you to his dorm, which was nice and clean • before shutting the door behind him and calmly asking you if you smoked weed and told you it was more than okay if you didn’t. but when you did the slight smirk that crept into his face was so attractive. “Wanna try something pretty?”

PLUG!GETO who helped you through your coughing fit after your took a hit • rubbing your back in small circles “this isn’t normal stuff yknow, are you sure you can handle it pretty?” You hummed in response, as you leaned on his shoulder. Feeling small next to him as you felt his eyes scan you over, your pretty knitted top exposing the top of your breasts which looked so delicious. The sweet and natural smell of shea butter and strawberries on your skin was intoxicating, you were a dangerous thing. It would be so easy to take you like this, to hear your pretty voice moan out in pleasure as he sucked and nibbled on your nipples- “what made you wanna come talk to me?” You asked in a soft voice as you sat up, squeezing your thighs together underneath your skirt. Looking up at him with those big pretty brown doe eyes was unfair. “To be honest—“ he ran this thumb across your bottom lip “—I thought you were too pretty to be left alone.” His low eyes locked down on yours, you felt the atmosphere grow thick as your heart thumped in your chest. You felt everything slow and your body grow warm, eyes flickered from his lips back up to his pretty eyes. “Really? I think you’re pretty too.” You slurred, before closing the gap between you two.

PLUG!GETO who was surprised that you made the first move • he was normally used to girls wanting him to be the dominant one and take the lead, which wasn’t a problem but it was a bit boring. You however weren’t in the slightest, everything about you had geto wanting to know more. The weed in his system started to take effect right after you kissed him, almost as if your kisses were acting as a drug.

PLUG!GETO who was shocked that a groan almost left his lips • who was shocked that a groan almost left his lips when you pulled back from the heated make out session to answer your ringing phone. The feeling of your soft lips mashed into his was almost euphoric? He blamed it on he drugs for the moment but seeing your pink tinted lipgloss ruined was adorable. “Sorry, it’s yuki. She’s prolly too drunk to think Straight and i gotta order a her ride back to her boyfriends place.” You explained to Geto, who for some reason couldn’t get enough of your sweet voice talking to him so softly. “Alright, I’ll come with you. Satoru most likely had more than enough drinks tonight as well.”

PLUG!GETO who walked you out of his dorm and back to the party downstairs • watching how your hips would sway when you walk, your pretty curled micro braids styled in a two low buns, you were enchanting. How had he not noticed you before? As you opened the doors to the vacant longue where the party was being held you saw yuki chugging a whiskey a booth bottle. “Oh my god- Yuki what the hell?” You quickly said sorry and excused yourself from geto before swiping the bottle from your friends hand and setting it on the nearby bar table. “I’m gonna ban you from going to parties if you keep getting hammered like this.” You scolded her, who whined and groaned at your lecture. “You’re such a mommmm.”

PLUG!GETO who was amused to see you be so caring and motherly around your friends • as he saw you pull out your phone to order your friend an Uber, you heard his voice say, “I’ll order the Uber, something tells me you’ve done this before.” As you turn to look to your right, you saw geto look at you with a small sincere smile and it made your heart flutter. So you smiles back, “thank you..suguru.” Your eyes flickered from his lips briefly to his eyes, “Of course, now..do you still plan on staying a bit longer?

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grasslesss · 3 months ago

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Suguru Geto Playlist

Our sad princess with a disorder :( Geto is another one of my favorite characters of all time (which tracks because I am, in fact, a Gojo kin.) This playlists was a little sad to construct, a curation for an incredibly sensitive soul.

Never has a musician talked about regretting what feels inevitable more than Mitski, a theme that suits Suguru very well. A handful of tracks by her are on this playlist.

As you may be able to tell from earlier posts, I have incredibly strong opinions when it comes to the music I HC characters would listen to. One of my strongest is that the Hidden Inventory trio listened to Radiohead together. Not only do I think the somber, dead-end-feeling lyricism would resonate with them, but sonically I think it also just fits the entire aesthetic of Hidden Inventory well. All three of them have a few tracks I think suit them on their playlists. Geto's are Let Down, Where I End and You Begin, and Just, though a few more may be added overtime. These playlists are always being tweaked.

Enchanting Ghost by Sufjan Stevens makes an appearance on here. Think of Satosugu while you listen to this one. That is all.

A lot of sad girl music on here, but some highlights include: thousand eyes by FKA twigs (think about Gojo keeping an eye on Geto after he defected... yeah), Vampire Empire by Big Thief, listen before i go by Billie Eilish, Mirror Forever and Picture Me Better off of Titanic Rising (a very Geto album) by Weyes Blood, and Morning Dew by Kelsey Lu.

I hope someone enjoys this playlist :)

#jjk geto #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satosugu #geto suguru #jjk suguru #Spotify

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haeryna · 1 year ago

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hi!! i bingeread your satosugu fic and omg it's amazing !! you really nailed their dynamic, i love how complex the relationship got and the AU overall !! do you have any hcs for how Suguru's and Satoru's music sound? I cant wait to read more, good poly fics are hard to find !!

hi mila! i'm glad you liked it, i get oddly paranoid that i'm either overcomplicating or undercomplicating things in my au lol. suguru will often play rock music (which i personally don't listen to) but that's because his managers really like pushing his "image," with the long hair and piercings. in reality, suguru's biggest hits come from the acoustic songs he writes on his own, and performed on the guitar that reader gave him. thinking mitski and other assorted indie artists i listen to. deeper, gentle voice; when he sings, you can feel the way he almost seems to breathe around the cadence of the song, weaving himself into it seamlessly. he's well established though, a walking contradiction between the "indie" music he plays and the fact he's so mainstream. for good reason; the emotions from his heart bleed into his voice, and his fans delude themselves into believing the love songs he writes and performs for you are for themselves instead.

too bad you've shut off his music any time it's come on.

satoru on the other hand is just an eclectic blend of boy groups; the group is composed of five members (choso, sukuna, gojo, nanami, and haibara) so i've paired them with txt in my mind, but like every group, gojo has some solo songs. guilty by taemin, rover by kai, sugar rush ride by txt, and stray kids are definitely some things that i think they would perform, but since they're such an diverse group (so different in style, aesthetic, and mannerisms) that i think each comeback is wildly different as well and therefore most, if not all, kpop boy group songs fit. he has a higher vocal range, but is trained to perfection in the way that most idols are. a technical perfectionist; often praised for how his live vocals match the studio recordings.

thank you for your ask and support though !! i'm glad you've been enjoying the series so far <3

#strawberry picking🍓⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡#idol!satoru gojo #rockstar!suguru geto #me saying indie but like #yes

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shxtodxroki · 5 months ago

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Appearance Match-Up For @rengokuspinkytoe

Read appearance match-up guidelines here and send in your request!

Quick A/N: Hi hi there, I just wanted to quickly say I’m super super sorry this took me so long to post! I intended to get a lot of my upcoming posts out so much earlier, but this summer quickly got super chaotic and I found myself in a bit of a burn-out, which I’m only just now coming out of. Again I’m so so sorry for the wait, I hope you still enjoy your match-ups! :D

For your JJK appearance match-up, I’d match you with…

Suguru Geto! :)

I think Suguru would find your eyes beautiful, and your glasses too! He thinks they frame your face very nicely and loves how they highlight your eyes, as they’re his absolute favorite feature of yours - and you often catch him just staring into your eyes :>

For your AOT appearance match-up, I’d match you with…

Eren Jaeger! :)

Eren would be absolutely infatuated with your style, he loves the cozy vibes and the aesthetic you’ve created for yourself and he just thinks you look so good all of the time

For your Demon Slayer appearance match-up, I’d match you with…

Tomioka Giyuu!

Okay I just know Giyuu would find your hair so so stunning. He thinks the bangs fit your face so well, and he loves the deep color. He just finds it so beautiful and he can't really explain it in words, so when he’s feeling extra affectionate, you’ll catch him twirling it around his fingers and playing with your hair with his hands :]

#{✏️} - bee's writing #{💭} - bee answers #{💬} - requests #{🌻} - rengokuspinkytoe #jjk matchup #jjk matchups #aot matchups #aot matchup #kny matchup #kny matchups #demon slayer matchup #demon slayer matchups

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violetsaffron5 · 2 years ago

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Infinity

10 | Incorrigible

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

Ceremony for your grade assignment has arrived and you find out Gojo's been keeping a secret

words: 3564

cw: angst

Fun fact: I started writing this story in April of 2022. I left off at 363 pages (159,666 words), decided I hated all of it and started over. Chapters 1, 2 and what will be 13 are from the original story (with very slight modifications)

During your short time acting as a sorcerer, you’ve learned there’s very little to celebrate, so when someone makes Grade 1 rank, they throw a celebratory party in their honor, since most don’t tend to make it this far alive. You’re just lucky, apparently.

From what Satoru told you, the clans will send gifts as an acknowledgment of your success, a lot of people will show up just to drink, let loose and socialize and expect plenty of people to show up just to meet you.

Speaking of Satoru, you haven’t spoken to him since the weekend you went shopping with Shoko and Utahime. He’s reached out to you a few times, sending his normal messages asking you to hang out, all have gone unanswered.

At the school, you’ve done your best to avoid him, picking up missions with Nanami rather than resuming training with Satoru. You’re trying not to let Suguru’s words weigh you down, and to not think too hard about the conversation you had with Shoko and Utahime either.

Satoru was right, a plethora of people have shown up to meet and greet you, or to check in and see those they know but haven’t seen in some time. Nanami told you this was a great way to network and meet others within their community, more faces to names and people to call, should you ever run into trouble. He arrived with you, pointed out those who work for the school, and those who are within the clans who just ogle you as if you were about to sprout a second head just because they don’t understand what you are

Whoever planned this event really outdid themselves - it’s held in one of the nicer traditional style buildings, in the dining hall with a view out to a lantern lit garden. There’s more food out on trays and platters than you’ve ever seen in your life, more deserts than you ever thought you would lay eyes on too. That part was most likely organized by Satoru, judging by the decadent options, all with little gold flakes in them just for the aesthetic.

And the fact that you’re not speaking with him certainly didn’t deter him from sending someone to your place to pick you up and take you to a day spa hours before the ceremony so you could relax and get your hair and nails done. It was a sweet gesture. You’re trying to not think too much about it.

You’ve been here for hours, in the dining hall, getting gifts from the clans, mainly various types of weapons, and chatting with Nanami, Shoko and Utahime. Suguru arrived a while ago, alone from what you could tell. He hasn’t said much to you, but he did tell you congratulations with that smile that makes his eyes close. Since the night of the mission, you haven’t been able to see him in the same light. Where before you always thought he had a calming aura, now all you can feel is his obvious distaste towards you.

His best friend is nowhere to be seen. You may be currently avoiding him, but you were still hoping to see him here tonight, even if it’s an unfair expectation.

Currently, you’re in the dining hall, listening to two old women from clans you’ve never heard of drone on and on about the best, most eligible bachelors (and a few bachelorette’s) they have to offer. You’re in the black dress you bought from your weekend shopping trip. It didn’t fit quite right when you finally tried it on, so you did end up getting it tailored. Now, it sits on your hips and pinches your waist in the most alluring way, paired with the black strappy heels Satoru found.

When the two ladies first approached you, Nanami came to your side, handing you a drink saying “you’ll need this,” before adjusting his tie and walking away, clearly wanting to have no part in the conversation they were about to put you in.

Plenty of people have been watching you, even more have spoken to you, some with kind smiles and a shake of their hand, others leering at you and eyeing you in ways you’d rather forget. But none have been quite as pushy as these clan matrons.

You silently thank Nanami as they try to one up each other, each showing photos of generic young looking men. They’re attractive, sure, and you probably would have been drooling over one or two of them if you weren’t mentally comparing them to a certain jackass, which you’re kicking yourself for.

One’s hair is too dark, another the wrong shade. Hair too long, too short. Eyes are green rather than blue. With each thought you have, you groan and take a deep drink of your cocktail, pursing your lips when you realize it’s almost finished.

A month ago, you would have been excited for these offers, at the chance to go out, a chance to not worry and let the chips fall where they may with another sorcerer. But now you’re just hurt and confused.

“Sooooo, what’s going on over here?” Satoru asks, interrupting one of the women’s speeches about the blonde haired man with too many piercings and too much eyeliner she’s just shown you. You half expect Satoru to snake his arm around your waist and pull you into him, but he doesn’t. He stands, close still, hands in his pocket with a small smirk spread across his lips.

He’s in a suit tonight, with a silky black tie to match, obviously tailored to fit him perfectly.

“They’re trying to tell me who’s best to knock me up from their clans, because apparently breeding is all I’m good for.” You answer a little too honestly, courtesy of the cocktails.

Satoru throws his head back in a boisterous laugh catching the attention of too many people, causing the room you’re in to grow just a little quieter, “so, what’s the best offer so far?”

“This conversation does not include you, Gojo-”

“Really? You don’t you think it’s fair for the Gojo's to be able to make an offer as well?” He says slyly, giving his best smile which you can see is making the two women's blood boil, “I mean, given her abilities, you’d want to make sure it’s someone who can fully satisfy her, and keep up with her in the bedroom, yeah? And I can really only think of one person who fits that description.” He says low, but loud enough so they can hear, right in your ear causing shivers down your spine and you wonder if it’s possible to actually die of embarrassment.

The matrons look like they would kill him if they could as one of them clears their throat, “you’ve had plenty of time to try and persuade her yourself but it’s common knowledge she hasn’t chosen you.” Satoru clicks his tongue at their remark. “So we thought it was only fair we offered her our most eligible as well.”

“I thought this was supposed to be a party to celebrate my accomplishments,” You say quietly, gaining their attention, “instead, all anybody has done is try to marry me off or leer at me.”

“I’m surprised they’re even making these offers to you, honestly” Satoru states, “considering the other two clans don’t value those without cursed energy, or really, anyone who doesn’t come from one of the clans.”

“Right, well, you know what?” You turn to look at the matrons, “this whole experience has been terrible and I’m leaving now. Good luck with— whatever this was supposed to be.”

Satoru’s next to you, his long legs easily keeping up with your pace as you walk away from the conversation.

“Everything okay, babe?” He asks casually and you know he means more than just the conversation that was just happening.

You stop walking, groaning in frustration, pinching the bridge of your nose, “I thought you were coming over to save me from that ridiculous conversation they were forcing on me, but instead you just contributed to it. I just- I just want to enjoy my party now, okay? And stop calling me babe.”

He purses his lips together, but he doesn’t follow you when you walk away.

You do appreciate him coming over, even if that was a piss poor attempt at mocking the matrons, but it left you feeling more embarrassed and unwanted than you’ve felt in a long time, not to mention all of your other mixed emotions around Satoru swirling around inside. You’re not sure what you want in life right now, but you sure as hell know you need another drink.

“Nanami. We’re doing shots.” You tell him, taking a seat at the makeshift bar set up for tonight's occasion.

“No.” He’s stern as usual, swirling the dark liquid in his glass around the circular ice cube before drinking the rest as he side-eyes you. Your shoulders are slumped slightly, eyes not as bright as usual.

Nanami surprises you by ordering two shots of whiskey, even though he’s just told you no. He doesn’t ask why, he doesn’t ask what’s wrong, which you appreciate. He clinks his little glass to yours and downs it quickly and you scrunch your nose from the flavor, even if you don’t mean to.

“Can we do another?” You ask after the liquid from the first has had a little time to warm you up, loosen you up and calm you down.

“I suppose. If you deem it necessary.”

You’re not sure how many shots you’ve taken, let alone the number of mixed drinks that have been handed to you since your argument with Satoru, all you know is when he joined in on the last few, you were no longer mad at him.

You know you will be later, but you can’t bring yourself to stay pissed at him now. Not when your body is feeling warm, and fuzzy, feeling more free in this moment than you’ve let yourself be in a long time.

It’s easily been years since you’ve let yourself get drunk, always one to have been careful on how much you have to drink, lest you lose control and wake up surrounded by a pile of bodies on accident.

Luckily, that’s not something you have to worry about right now in a room full of sorcerers.

Shoko’s able to keep up with Nanami’s drinking better than you, but that didn’t stop her from getting drunk herself, coming to you wanting to know what it feels like when you feed, if it’s as intoxicating as Satoru has described.

And you’re drunk enough to oblige, which is why Shoko’s lips are currently latched to yours, tasting an odd combination of coffee, cigarettes and alcohol on her tongue before pulling away with her bottom lip between your teeth.

A small sigh escapes her as your hands roam from her shoulders to her hips, gripping onto the smooth fabric on her dress, pulling your bodies closer together.

Licking a strip up her neck, you latch your lips to hers again, pulling away, draining her in the process. Her eyes widen at the feeling, a shiver running down her spine as your body thrums with electricity.

“That’s enough of that,” you hear Satoru, before you feel his hands on your waist pulling you away from Shoko’s embrace.

You’re at his place now, him having warped you there when he was pulling you into him, the change of scenery taking you by surprise, “why did you bring me here?”

“Because, not everyone needs to see what you can do.” He says, still holding you close to him as you try to steady your feet, “people get weird about sex curses, couldn’t imagine how they would act around you.”

You look up to him, furrowing your brows to see him grinning down at you, “pretty sure I can handle myself. Been doing it for years before coming here.”

“Yeah, but not all sorcerers can heal themselves, and they certainly won’t be as nice to you as I am, so it’s not safe.”

“Shoko would have been fine.”

His grip on your waist tightens, “it would be weird for you to fuck my friend, and all she wants to do is to use you as her guinea pig.”

“You know, it’s hypocritical of you to get upset when you’re running off with every woman in the city.” You drunkenly slur, poking your finger to his chest, annoyed that he can find a way to cockblock you every chance he gets.

“I’m not running around with anyone.” His brows are furrowed in confusion, words slurred too, having taken several of his own shots, wincing through the taste just as you did, “I just want you to myself, you know?”

“That’s not fair, Satoru. Why do you get to have me to yourself, but I don’t get to have you?” You’re raising your voice, getting upset again, so he puts his hands on your shoulders, eyes flickering between yours.

“You do,” he says quietly, and even though you’re drunk you can feel your heart flutter “can’t even get it up for other women.”

“That’s really embarrassing for you.” You giggle, unable to help yourself at his admission.

He juts out his lower lip dramatically before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into him, grinning again, “you’re so pretty.”

“Stop that,” your whisper is barely audible as you finally push away from him, walking towards his door.

“Where are you going?” He asks, gently grabbing your bicep.

“Home. I’m tired and you’re confusing.”

“Mm, stay here tonight, you’re drunk, I’ll take you back in the morning.”

“Why don’t you just take me home now?”

He shrugs, not giving an answer, it’s a bad idea, you know it, but also fuck it, you’re tired and have no desire to get a cab if he won’t take you back himself. It won't hurt to stay one night, live in the moment for once, even if it’s with someone who’s hurt you. So you kick off your heels and make your way upstairs.

“How do you give a lemon an orgasm?” Satoru asks as the two of you are drunkenly giggling and tripping your way down the hall to his bedroom.

“Oh my god, how? I have to know.” You’re smiling, stumbling into the wall next to the closed door. He never closes the door to his bedroom, but you don’t think too much of it, especially when he wraps his hands around your waist and murmurs in your ear.

“You tickle it’s citrus.” You can feel the way he’s grinning next to the shell of your ear, listening to your laugh as you open the door to a room that is distinctively not his bedroom.

It is a bedroom, set up for two young children, and neat ones judging by the way the room is cleaner than Satoru’s. Each toy is in its place, in the bins against the wall, books put away neatly on a bookshelf, several completed lego sets sit on shelves around the room, laundry near the dressers. Two end tables and lamps next to a small blue bed and slightly larger pink bed which both house several stuffed animals.

You close the door quickly, and quietly before wandering down the hall to his room, wondering why he’s never mentioned them before, but you’re too drunk and too tired to care right now. That’s an argument for another day.

“Normally you’re undressing me, not putting me in more clothes,” you say pressed up against him in his closet on wobbly legs as he helps you out of your dress and into one of his shirts.

He doesn’t answer, just hums with a smile as he holds one hand on your elbow to steady you as his others deftly finishes the last few buttons.

“Are you gonna sleep next to me?” You ask, biting your lip as Satoru helps you get under the silky sheets of his bed.

“No, I’m gonna sleep on the couch.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re drunk and I don’t need you tempting me with your womanly wiles.”

You snort out a laugh, sinking into his plush bed, “you’re an idiot.”

He does climb in bed behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist as you push your body back against his. He runs his hand up and down the length of your arm until you’re asleep before he climbs out of his bed, kisses your forehead and leaves the room.

You’re woken by light filtering through your apartment curtains, which is odd because you know you always close them when going to sleep. Your head is pounding right behind your eyes, which you can hardly open due to the overwhelming exhaustion you feel.

Sitting up in bed, you realize you’re far from your own apartment. You’re in Satoru’s bedroom and he’s nowhere to be seen.

Good.

You’re not at his place very often. He’s typically at yours on the nights you hang out, but his looks just the same as the few times you’ve been over. Minimal decorations, clothes and books strewn across the room laying wherever he let them fall.

Except during those past experiences, you’ve woken up feeling great, refreshed and better than ever and right now, you just feel like absolute shit. The churning in your stomach has you out of the bed and in the bathroom in record time, so you can add dizziness to your list of symptoms.

It’s the kind of morning where you throw up three or four times before you’re ready to even consider brushing your teeth, but you eventually get there. While doing so, you notice you’re in one of Satoru’s silky button ups.

“Why am I here?” You groan, walking into Satoru’s kitchen, rubbing your eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. He’s pulling takeout from a bag, setting each container out on the marble counter, the smell making your stomach churn again.

“You look good in my clothes, babe,” he grins, looking at you with tired eyes, “you were pretty drunk, thought it was better for you to stay so I could keep an eye on you.”

“I– did we…?” You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to settle your stomach. There’s not a lot you remember about last night. Last thing you do remember is getting upset with Satoru and talking Nanami into taking several shots with you, only to learn the hard way he can drink you under the table.

“Nope.”

He slides you a plate of food before taking a seat at the stool next to you, his own breakfast in front of him. The nausea doesn’t dissipate with the food so close, so you push it away, folding your arms on the counter and resting your head on them.

“What happened last night?”

Satoru chuckles, taking a bite of his pancakes, “you drank enough to drown a horse. It was impressive to watch, really. You tried draining Shoko, so I brought you back here.”

You look at him confused before bits and pieces of last night come back to you, mainly the memory of walking into the wrong room and the tiny beds that occupy that space.

“You have kids?” You ask quietly, watching his reaction.

“Yeah.” He answers easily before sighing, clearly hoping you wouldn’t remember that part.

“This is too much. You’re too much.”

“It wasn’t a big deal last night, why is it a big deal now?” He questions.

“If it wasn’t a big deal, then why didn’t you just tell me? I thought your clan valued kids, no matter the circumstance, hiding them is just as bad as what you accused the other clans of last night.”

“That’s the stupidest argument to make, you know? Megumi has a cursed technique that rivals my own, and I-”

“I don’t know how you expect me to know any of this without you telling me.”

Suguru was right, you really don’t know anything about Satoru. You let him in, let him become someone you care about, and suddenly the weight of your own decisions are hitting you like a ton of bricks.

Trying to ignore and push past what Suguru told you, still not entirely sure that what he said is the whole truth, but clearly Satoru isn’t forthcoming with information about his life. So why couldn’t what Suguru said be true?

“Oh, come on,” he says as you’re putting on your shoes, already having gotten changed back into last night's dress, gently grabbing your arm “you’re mad because I didn’t tell you I have kids, that’s a pretty big thing to drop on someone, don’t you think?”

“I’m mad for so much more than just that, Satoru. I’m mad because I don’t get to have normal relationships and every time an opportunity has presented itself for me to try, you’ve put yourself between me and them because you haven’t taken the time to understand what it’s like to be me. And yes, I’m mad that I’ve let you into every aspect of my life, but I don’t get to know the basics of yours.”

Maybe Utahime is right, you shouldn’t let yourself be tethered to him any longer.

“So, as for this,” you point between the two of you, “this is over. I just can’t anymore.”

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XI.

Suguru woke up around 6am. He figured you would be already out for your morning run and coming back soon for a shower and breakfast.

After making his bed and taking a shower himself, Suguru put on a pair of grey sweat pants and a black fitted t-shirt. His sleeve of tattoos partially exposed, his right arm covered in carefully designed Chinese, Japanese symbols, Nordic runes and dragons. Aside from the pleasant although chaotic aesthetic, the art work etched on his skin served as a form of seal or an amulet. Something to keep the darkness within in check.

He decided something simple was in order, knowing you, there wasn’t much that he could get away with making and expecting you to eat with your rigorous diet requirements. Scrambled egg whites with some parsley, cherry tomatoes, salt and pepper. For a drink he prepared a blend of that green juice you liked: with green apples, pineapple and celery.

The raven haired sorcerer set everything on the table and looked at his phone. I was 6:45am. You were already late. You usually were back home by 6:30am. Maybe you went out later and decided to extend your run. It was your free day after all.

Although… you usually made sure Suguru knew so he wouldn’t worry.

Grabbing his phone he texted you

***From: Sugu

To: Kitten 🐱

Breakfast is ready!***

Immediately he heard your phone go off in your room. Now, that was weird. You always took your phone with you to listen to music while working out. Did you perhaps sleep in?

Knocking at your door Suguru called “hey doll face! Are you awake?” No answer came back from the inside. He could not hear the shower running either. “Hey! I’m coming in” he announced but when he opened the door he found your room empty, your bed was still made and cold. Your phone on the night stand along with your apartment keys.

Fear coursed through his veins when he tried to check for your energy trail and found it long gone. You have been gone since last night.

“Fuck!” One didn’t need to be a genius to know Satoru had something to do with your disappearance.

Putting on his shoes he ran out the door. He had to find you before something bad happened. Gojo had not been in a good state of mind back in Japan, he didn’t even want to imagine what was going on in his head now that he had you so close. So stupid! Suguru should have kept a close eye on you instead of trusting that just because you were in the same apartment you would be safe from Satoru.

Your mouth was dry, your body overheated and sore. The sun hitting your face made you groan softly, you tried to turn around and continue sleeping but you couldn’t. Your body was trapped by heavy and strong limbs wrapped around you.

One pale and strong arm around your waist, the other supporting your head. Legs intertwined with Satoru’s. The platinum haired man laid behind you spooning you. He had you on a death grip.

Panic.

Last night came rushing altogether, with the frenzied memories of the passionate sexual encounter you and Satoru shared. And of course that had not been it, in the middle of the night he woke you up with tender kisses on your thighs and his head between your legs, setting aflame your senses over and over again; he wanted to have you once more. Second round lead to third and soon the sun was rising by the time your sweaty and exhausted bodies curled together to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

You moved as softly as possible, trying not to wake up the sleeping sorcerer who snored slightly on your ear. Removing his arm from your middle section was first, then you proceeded to try and detangle your legs from his.He groaned and you stopped moving, looking behind you Satoru merely adjusted in his sleep and continued snoring lightly, allowing you enough time to leave the bed. Your clothes laid destroyed and scattered all over the floor.

Swallowing thickly you decided to grab a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt out of Satoru’s closet. You had to get out of there. NOW!

Barefooted you left the suite and walked down the main hall hurriedly receiving weird stares from the people you crossed on your way out. Taking the elevator down your hands trembled. ‘Come on! Come on! Faster!’ mentally hurrying the elevator until you reached the lobby. As soon as that door opened you sprinted towards the main entrance where the hotel taxis lined up. You got in one and gave him your address.

The drive wasn’t long, when you made it home you told the cab to charge the ride to Gojo Satoru’s room. You didn’t have anything on you to pay. The kind looking old cab driver agreed and left.

You were about to walk in when Suguru came rushing out with a frantic look in his eyes. The moment he saw you his stomach tightened, you were dressed in Satoru’s clothes, barefooted, with your h/c hair disheveled and all the marks that covered your neck, visible through the collar of the shirt you wore. Your e/c eyes looked at him, rimmed with tears when you ran into his arms. Geto held you tightly for a moment giving you the solace you needed.

“Come on y/n… let’s go inside” he whispered on your ear guiding you back into the building and towards the elevator.

As soon as you made it up to your apartment you broke down. Suguru had to pick you up and take you to the couch where he held you in his arms

“What happened Y/N?” He asked dreading the answer. Had Satoru forced himself on you? He didn’t even want to think about it. If his best friend had done that… Suguru would find a way to kill him.

You shook your head and tried to calm down enough to speak but that didn’t happen for the longest time.

Finally when it seemed you cried a river you avoided Suguru’s eyes, looking down you said “I… fucked up… “ it was a small whisper “I slept with him” you admitted “he showed up here last night and warped us back to his hotel and then… everything got out of control” you avoided saying that Satoru had tried to force himself on you at the beginning. You didn’t want to make things worse than they already were.

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled before you broke in tears once more. Suguru and you were not in a relationship but a part of you felt you had betrayed the possibility of a future with him last night.

Suguru swallowed hard, he had no right to demand anything from you, it wasn’t your fault you were in love with Satoru and not with him. He still chose to remain by your side because he didn’t have the heart to leave you alone when you needed him the most.

Crystalline blue eyes opened, he stared at the ceiling of his hotel room before a hand searched the spot on the bed next to him. It was cold and empty. He sat up like a spring, you were gone “Y/N!…” he yelled but you were not there anymore “fuck!” When did you leave? You didn’t even give him the chance to explain, to talk to you about what he felt and what he was willing to do to get you back. He didn’t want you to think last night had been a one time thing nor an ‘exes fling’.

It seemed he couldn’t do anything right. Last night had been… magical for a lack of a better word. He felt your love in your kisses, your tender and passionate touch, in your arms he felt redeemed, when you allowed him to have you Satoru thought…. he hoped to be on the way to get you back. Despite his mistakes and his guilt you welcomed him inside you once more and gave him everything.

He didn’t want all those hours of love making and love promises to mean nothing. He had to talk to you and he had to be ready to accept whatever it is you were going to say.

Grabbing the shreds of your clothing from the floor he inhaled deeply finding your lingering scent on them. Once more, the fact he almost forced you stabbed his chest with a piercing pang of guilt. Last night had been fueled by his jealousy. But when he realized what he was doing he changed his behavior and instead chose to show you how much he loved you, how much he needed you in his life.

Something in him was changing. Last night he opened his eyes to the monstrosity he was capable of committing. It wasn’t right to do this to you. He was inadvertently destroying the shards of your relationship.

A revelation washed over him like a bucket of cold water

He had to be willing to lose you if he wanted a chance to get you back. It had to be your choice. He couldn’t rob you of your autonomy just because he was going to lose his shit if you chose to leave him for good.

It took a few hours of getting ready mentally and preparing himself for what he was going to say to you. He wanted to talk to you and explain that what happened last night meant everything to him, he wanted to open his heart and lay it at your feet. He was afraid of what he was going to encounter. Will you reject him and tell him it was a mistake? Will you still push to go through with the divorce?…. Will you give him a chance to prove to you he was truly remorseful and willing to make changes to get you back?

He warped outside of the door of your apartment and rang the bell.

Suguru opened the door to see Satoru standing on the other side. His anger and frustration got the best out of him so he threw a punch that incredibly connected with Satoru’s cheek. The white haired sorcerer tumbled backwards but didn’t fall on the floor. He chose not to use his infinity on purpose, he owed that one to Suguru.

“What do you want now Satoru?” Asked his best friend while standing in front of the door, his frame blocking the access.

“Can I… talk to her?” Gojo asked in a tame tone, he didn’t come here to make demands, he wanted to fix things once and for all.

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“I’ll talk to him Sugu” Your voice came from behind. Geto turned around to look into your eyes, doubt plagued his expression. He wasn’t certain it was the best thing right now. But before he could protest you continued “I’ll be alright… I have to do this…” squeezing his arm trying to comfort him Suguru sighed and nodded “I’ll be in my room if you need me” shooting Satoru a last warning glance he left walking down the hall.

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See you've been changing, baby

In good ways and bad ways

Can't say what I say, it's far too late

And I think you made me, baby

Made me too nervous

Crying and this hurt and I gotta tell you why

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“Come in…” Satoru followed you into your living room “y/n… I… I am sorry…. “ you were about to interrupt him but he lifted one hand asking you to wait “please let me say this..” agreeing you let him continue.

“I am sorry for all the pain I put you through, it was selfish and stupid. I never loved Sookie, it was always you. The only woman in my heart. And I know this sounds like a stupid excuse but it’s the truth. “ taking a deep breath he steeled himself for the next part. You were going to hate him but he had to come clean

“I was an idiot… I thought, before Sookie… I thought that maybe I was not really in love with you…. That… if I met someone else I wouldn’t feel this need… this terrifying addiction I feel for you… I was wrong. Everything intensified tenfold, I realized I love you more than anything in the world… more than myself. I wanted to fix everything but… it was too late because the damage had been done” swallowing hard Gojo continued “I failed you… as a husband, I know it has no forgiveness and yet… I cannot even start to think of a life without you in it. My days are miserable without you. I can’t sleep, I can’t think, I can’t function like a fucking normal person without you Y/N.

It hurt so much to hear his words. It made you feel like all the promises, all the love confessions he made before convincing you to marry him were lies. Why did he ask you to marry him in the first place if he wasn’t sure he loved you? What kind of sick game were you to him?!. You had to make a conscious effort to not sob. Biting your lower lip, forcing the tears to remain contained.

Almost as if he was listening to your thoughts Satoru continued “I fell in love with you the first moment I saw you Y/N. When I held you in my arms that night outside of the ballet studio in Tokyo, when I pulled you away from that car… I loved you. I just…. Was too stupid and too selfish to admit that to myself” he took a step closer and held one of your hands “I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize you were… you are all I need. Please Y/N, please forgive me. I can’t live like this anymore. The guilt and despair are consuming me alive” he said in a broken whisper. “last night meant the world to me… baby, I love you so much…” continued looking into your eyes with his azure orbs while he held your hand.

This was too much to handle…

It was one thing to think Satoru fell out of love and that’s why he found someone else. But it was another completely different to hear he had not even been sure of his feelings for you in the first place.

Pulling your hand away you couldn’t control the tears that escaped your eyes, like translucent cascades, pouring the pain you felt “leave….” You whispered looking at the floor.

“Y/N…. Please don-…”

You cut him “LEAVE!” A firm yell came out; half broken, half desperate. “You… you lied to me! All these years! Y… you lied to me! “ the statement was like a dagger straight to his heart. Spoken in a painful tone. He wanted to explain further but you cut him “I heard what you had to say now let me be…” the glacial tone in your voice froze the blood in Satoru’s veins. Your eyes hardened inclemently as you regarded this man who you once thought was the beginning and end of your life. You really couldn’t see the man you fell in love with in him. Not anymore.

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Said I can do this all night, baby

Said I was actin' out of line, maybe

Can't put my trauma to the side

When you told me I was lyin'

Had me feelin' like I died, baby

I seen a grown man cry, baby

Just see you do it, ain't special, no

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“Y/N..” absolute terror transfixed Gojo’s handsome features. Tears of despair running down his handsome pale face. Your aura was so cold and distant. He had never seen you like this before. “Please Y/N… I-…”

“I said… leave! And don’t come back. I am done with you. Good bye Satoru…” you turned around and walked away, disappearing behind the door of your room.

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And I know it might mess you up

Hatin' me ain't gon' get you love

Ain't nobody gon' set you up

I ain't even gon' sweat you, love

And we'll never be friends like this

God couldn't forgive like this

Way I really went in like this

Thank God I ain't been like this

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Suguru heard the loud exchange and came out. He couldn’t help but feel conflicted about his best friend. On one hand he was mad at him and wanted to kick him out himself, but seeing his desolate face as he stared at the closed door of your room made him feel bad for him. ‘You dug yourself in this hole my friend’ was all he could think “I think it’s best if you leave now Satoru..”

Gojo’s eyes were stuck on the door behind which you disappeared, his lower lip trembled, his hands shaking with anxiety, his heart contracting painfully in his chest, suffocating him. He needed.. he needed you but… you didn’t want him there. He wanted to say fuck it and steal you once more but he couldn’t solve things that way. No, you deserved more… better.

Without another word he warped away.

————-> Chapter 12

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aceofspadegrass · 3 years ago

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Now It's an Entire Swap

Characters: Niragi Suguru, Chishiya Shuntaro, Kuina Hikari, Mira Kano (Briefly), Hatter, Morizono Aguni

Genre: Crack. Somehow even worse (better?) than the last one. They're really going for it now.

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AKA Part 2 of Hair Day. It's just gotten way more weirder than ever, and it was just on my mind the entire time. Just.... ' How far would these two get?'

Well apparently it meant stealing each other's clothes and being them for a day. There were probably a whole lot more interactions I could have done for the day, but alas.

Niragi watches as Chishiya approaches him, carrying a bag in his left hand. Since two days ago, Niragi’s been keeping an eye on the man as Chishiya went around with his old hairstyle, his own still delightfully bleached blond and kept in the same style as Chishiya’s usual hair. People still did double takes upon seeing him, and maybe it held true for Chishiya as well, but Niragi didn’t care what anyone thought of the sudden change. All he cared about was making sure Chishiya didn’t go ahead and re-dye his hair so soon, keeping a careful eye on him.

Sure, it was a little stalkerish, but it was for a good reason.

Chishiya dumps the bag at Niragi’s feet, Niragi looking down to look at the small opening the bag allowed. “ What’s this?”

“ Well if you’re going to steal my hair, I might as well steal your life for a day.” Chishiya briefly explains, and he walks away without any further explanation, Niragi raising an eyebrow. He kneels down and opens the opaque bag some more, his lips curling at the white mass chilling inside.

“ Is this a joke…?” Niragi reaches in and pulls out the outfit, recognizing it as Chishiya’s favourite jacket, or at the very least copy of it, as well as swimming shorts that matched Chishiya’s. Niragi looks back towards where Chishiya had disappeared towards, and scoffs. “ So be it then.”

He puts the clothes back inside the bag and stands up, taking it and heading back up to his room. He starts stripping once he gets inside, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside. Next came his shoes and pants, and he pulls out the two articles of clothing back out of the bag. There were sandals included inside, Niragi leaving those for last as he slips on the shorts. They were somehow a perfect fit on him, not at all as small as Niragi was expecting them to be. “ So the mayo man got me accurately fitting clothing, hm?” Niragi pulls on the jacket and quickly retracts his earlier statement, staring at his exposed wrist. Curse him for not bothering to get a proper jacket for him.

Still, Niragi wasn’t about to back down from the supposed life swap challenge, slipping on the other sleeve and zipping it up. It definitely was just some spare jacket, the bottom barely meeting with the shorts with his arms extending outwards. Niragi drops his arms and tugs the jacket down as far as he could before moving to the sandals and sliding them on. They were also about the correct size, if not just slightly smaller but still manageable. Humming, Niragi walks around to make sure, catching sight of his rifle.

“ Well…. as much as I’d like to….” Niragi sighs, and tucks the thing into his bed. “ If Chishiya wants whatever this weird role-play shit, then he’s gonna get it.”

Niragi spots Chishiya by the militants a few minutes later, a few loudly questioning and gesturing to Chishiya. Or, from the back, a much smaller him. Niragi couldn’t help but snort at the obvious sheer size of his shirt on Chishiya’s much smaller frame, or the fact that Chishiya was toting around a massive super soaker instead of the real deal, as if he was still semi-aware that he could be killed despite taking on Niragi’s aesthetics.

Niragi didn’t think this was much of a punishment for his hair thievery in the slightest, sauntering away. Just his face still kept people from coming too close, and the talk about him was near pleasurable for him. His reputation continues to precede him at least.

“ Hey! You, slow down, geez-“ A female voice catches Niragi’s attention, and he turns his head to see that lady Chishiya was occasionally by every so often, although Niragi didn’t bother with her too much, down to her name. She catches up to him, her eyes quickly scanning him before she lets out a sigh. “ I really can’t believe you agreed.”

“ Yeah? What’s it to you, huh?”

The lady folds her arms, letting out a sigh and chews on the stick hanging out of her mouth for a bit. Niragi was about to turn and leave her there when her hand reaches out and grabs him by the shoulder, Niragi whipping around and slapping the hand off. She recoils, but otherwise was unperturbed, looking at him with a hint of displeasure. “ Okay listen. Chishiya told me that since you stole his hair he was going to….. apparently take over a day of just being you, saying that…” She pauses. “ Well, that’s not important right now. What is important is to ’sell’ this, is that I have to follow you.”

Niragi blinks, raising his eyebrow and unconsciously flicking his tongue across his lips, leaning onto one leg. “ Why, does the toilet bowl not trust me?”

“ I wouldn’t trust you with a barrel of green tea left in your care, so you can figure out what Chishiya’s opinion is. Look, we can do this peacefully, no violence required, okay?” She extends a hand as if it were a peace offering, Niragi staring down at the hand.

“ Yeah, uh….. no. I do what I want, cinnamon stick.” He turns and walks away, said cinnamon stick’s footsteps coming up behind him.

“ Rude, but I really can’t expect anything else from you, wig snatcher.”

Niragi ignores her, although he didn’t bother to push her away today either. She was at least mindful of their positions, and kept her distance as she should.

It wasn’t long until she invited him to at least watch a movie with her, Niragi agreeing since he was technically absolved from doing his patrols for the day.

( Niragi wasn’t allowed to in any way touch her, and the one time he tried he got his toes crushed by her foot, so he had to behave the rest of the movie. Not worth it, in his opinion.)

Even at the meeting nobody really mentioned the sudden switch, although Niragi swore he thought he saw Mira’s smile become a little wider, and her eyes glitter in interest at the two. Hatter had to do a double take at the two, before sidetracking into what they were up to this time. Chishiya, surprisingly enough, just sticks his tongue out at Hatter like Niragi would’ve done, and Niragi had to suppress a laugh when he caught a glimpse of a stain on Chishiya’s tongue.

“ Oh my fucking goodness, did you seriously eat a fruit roll-up with those tongue tattoos before this?!” Niragi howls, bursting into uncontrolled laughter. Chishiya slips his tongue back in and just smirks. Aguni shakes his head slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose, Hatter just watching and waiting with amusement.

It takes a while before Niragi finally reins in his laugh, and that was only because one of Hatter’s pretty boy kimono men handed him water to calm the fuck down. Hatter grins, clapping his hands together.

“ Well, either way, this is an absolute rollercoaster that we’re all seeing today, aren’t we. One day I’m greeted with a hair swap, and the next you two are becoming each other! Aren’t you just… two peas in a pod?”

“ Tch, no. I’d rather burn.”

Chishiya glances at Niragi for a second, his lips curling ever so slightly in disgust. “ Not to be rude, but I decline that as well. I’d rather be shot instead. This is merely payback.”

“… How though.” Aguni questions. Chishiya turns his attention to the man, and leans back casually.

“ Because it leaves him practically defenceless in order to be me. Me, on the other hand….” Chishiya gestures to the super soaker lain on the table. “ Have temporary access. Even if this is merely a substitute.”

“ I will strangle you in your sleep anyways, you naked chicken nugget.”

Chishiya doesn’t react to the threat, Niragi glaring at him. Hatter looks between the two of them, then smacks his hand against the table a few times to get the meeting back to focus on him.

“ Like I said last time, grab a martini or something you two. Now, as much as I love a good drama and an enemies to lovers trope, we have to get back to real matters-“

Niragi huffs, leaning back slightly as Hatter starts his usual spiel. His glances couldn’t help but look towards Chishiya every so often, just glaring him down. Occasionally he’d lock eyes with him, Niragi smirking and miming random ways that Niragi could murder him with his bare hands.

If anyone else was watching their little act, they certainly didn’t bring it up. At the very least it kept Niragi occupied long enough.

The moment it was done, Hatter simply watches the two leave the meeting with a little more haste than he’s ever seen, and he leans towards Aguni. “ Think they’re gonna fuck it out with a nice martini?”

“…. Beats me.”

#aib #alice in borderland #aib fanfic #alice in borderland fanfic #niragi suguru #chishiya shuntaro #kuina hikari #hatter #takeru danma #mira kano #morizono aguni #sorry kuina you don't even get a name in this #that last interaction sentence is ness' fault you got me thinking about them doing the do #yes somehow hair swap evolved into a whole outfit swap it's just how it progressed #everyone just has to roll with whatever bullshit happens there every day this is tame really-#yes they specifically are wearing each others tops the other pieces are sized up correctly to a point but the shirt and jacket? Swapped.#yes chishiya ate one of those candies that stained his tongue just to mock niragi's tongue piercing #he also stuck rhinestones on his face I just don't mention them

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