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suguru-getos · 6 months ago

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Could you write a continuation of yandere satosugu where the reader lived and they try everything to help her get better and care for her?

| making up for mistakes | yandere satosugu x reader |

-> continuation of the first part: link 🔗

you had survived the almost suicide attempt you so carefully & yet so carelessly attempted. you were sure you weren’t getting up after this. damn it you made sure to hit your head hard, you could see blanks, you could see stars in your eyes until it all faded to a peaceful nothing-ness.

now, you’re awake again. nothing hurts. you know they must’ve told their friend shoko to aid in your injuries. you feel like you’ve woken up from a long slumber. unwanted as it may be… it does make you feel eerily refreshed. you stretch your limbs from the bed, they’re going to kill you for this. kill you for hampering with their property. oh well — at this point you’re fine with it. what’s it going to do? hurt you. pain is all there is they could ever offer anyways. maybe you can scream out and wish it gets over. that’s all you set your mind to.

you look to the side, the curtains are open and there is a little drizzle of snow. it brings a smile to your face. what if you hadn’t been kidnapped? it would’ve been so fun to hop into one of the lovely cafes you like & order some hot cocoa. put both your hands and wrap them around the ceramic of the hot cup and exhale in utter relaxation of the aroma the sweet cafe has to offer. oh… happy days.

its nauseating what your life is now, wrapping a blanket around yourself and checking down below. you are wearing clothes, decent clothes… not the sultry, slutty ones that satoru forces you to wear. you feel like you could throw up when the reminder occurs again. beaten up like you were nothing but an animal, throwing up in pain and anxiety--

"there we go! princess! awake! oh my god!" satoru comes in and hugs you tightly, his bulky arms wrapping against you, he doesn't let your mind have the time to panic. besides, satoru was... not the one who inflicted you that pain. even though he did nothing about it, in a moment of pure misery, your mind would latch on to him for comfort. "baby- you scared daddy, please don't do that ever again. fuck! i thought i lost you." you could hear the heartbeats on your snow haired man, they were ragged and reminded of the same panic you once bore.

"sorry." your eyes lack all emotions, just a soft murmur escaping you. the haunting realization that you were alive was eating you up. even so, it was your soul that had died. it's the dejected way you answered that makes satoru panic even more. immediately at your knees, leaning against your thighs and mumbling soft apologies, tears wetting your skin. "please baby, I'm so sorry, i should never have let that happen... you did a mistake that's all! you- you- pissed us off." he shakes his head, hugging you tightly.

your hands robotically landed across his hair, caressing. "it's okay, i did wrong, i understand."

your responses were making him nauseous, he hated seeing you in pain, but suguru always says its something that's needed. why is it needed? you're not an animal, are you? the ways with which satoru and suguru try to 'discipline' their toy they are delusional enough to call their lover is insane.

"i got breakfast, little one." now, your heart sinks. you hear the voice of the man who did this to you, mothering, now that his rage is faded into pure, eviscerating guilt. "you have no idea the joy it gives me seeing you awake." suguru hums, and you latch onto satoru, hugging him tightly. satoru's heart skips a beat. this was not the first time you had reached out to him, yet, you did it by your own. it gives him a sick sense of protectiveness. "he wouldn't do anything to ya baby, suguru loves you too." he reminds, looking at a devastated suguru.

"please don't hurt yourself again, angel" suguru hums, leaning in and kissing your forehead. it makes you sick to your stomach, how they treat you right now. you know that whatever you did yielded no results. and they are ever so careful about the same. you're pretty sure you'd have either of them by your side at all times.

"let's go and eat, suguru's made your favorite!" satoru chirps, happily holding you princess-style and going to the dining area. your eyes wandered to the other room on the way, the same room where this all happened, it's making you panic internally. the grotesque reminder of how they treated you. you're about to throw up again.

as soon as satoru puts you down, you run to throw up in disgust, nothing comes out except a few drops of water. your stomach is empty as is. a large, looming hand caresses your back. "I'm sorry, angel. please relax." suguru-- it's suguru...

"i'm sorry." you answered, "i am so sorry." you nodded to get back to the dining area, you should know better than to be with satoru. its not like suguru wouldn't do anything he wants anyways... you'd just like to have some comfort over it.

luckily for you, the breakfast went fine, you were eating quietly, while satoru just observed you. how uncomfortable you looked, the subtle shift in your demeanor. every tiny thing. suguru is essentially doing the same, gazing at your way and observing you. "you look beautiful." suguru comments, and you force a smile from the deepest pits of your psyche. "thank you, suguru."

you know he's ticked off, you need to call them 'daddy' and you're here, addressing them by their first names. sigh... they just have to help you heal, there isn't anything they can do about it really. they pushed you this far, and they should make up for it.

however, as days turn into weeks, satoru and suguru are forced to face the haunting realization that your mental and physical health is worsening. you barely eat, barely talk... you just, stare into the nothingness of empty spaces. satoru has avoided missions to take care of you. he is by your side, sleeps next to you, kisses your forehead, helps you take a shower. while earlier, you tried to at least pretend and work with it. answer however you could, talk to them, fake your smiles, now its nothing. you barely talk.

this time, satoru has a mission to take care of, but suguru is the one who's spending time with you. gently placing you on the bathtub, caressing your forearm, massaging it, decorating it with petals. "there we go little girl, there we go. feels nice?" he coos, and when you don't respond, sighs weakly. he wishes he could at least hear something out of you. when he sees you immersed in auto-pilot, he hums by himself; "yes, yes it is." he has to talk to himself in hopes that its you talking to him. "you know, me and satoru... we were thinking a trip to Italy sounds nice, or maybe Paris.." you used to love travelling, he hopes that would utter out a response from you. NOTHING comes out of you however. that makes suguru's heart break a little, "or maybe, anywhere that you like." he hums, sighing.

"angel?" he asks softly, leaning in and kissing your neck, maybe that would at least earn some leaning back. your resistance...

none.

"talk to me for fucks sake!" suguru snarls, glaring hard at you. you don't even flinch at that, contrary to your earlier flinching and tweaking. a sigh escapes him and then comes bubbling tears. he has truly fucked you up. the haunting realization finally hits him. he can't live with it anymore... it's choking the very fiber of his being.

the rest of the shower passes by in a haze, and suguru is quiet, tears dripping from his face. "what should i do so that you become normal again?" he asks again, pouting and begging with his eyes. no response...

he gets up after tucking you in bed. the dark circles in your eyes are an explicit example of how less you're sleeping. sometimes you wake up with irritating nightmares, screaming and crying. that's the only moment when satoru and suguru are welcomed by your affections.

suguru sighs, he needs to win you this time. or maybe... what's that called? stockholm syndrome?

or maybe, he needs to discuss with satoru about erasing your memory...

or maybe, he needs a curse that can shove your memory off and then they can date you.. from scratch...

either way, they're not leaving you. anytime soon.

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satorusluver · 1 month ago

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Satosugu + Voyeurism

Minors DNI

Tags: afab reader, pwp, established poly relationship, mating press, unprotected sex, creampie, voyeurism, I think that's it idk lol

Word count: 750 ish

A/N: More Satosugu x reader because I'm a whore in theory but not in practice. This sat in my drafts forever but I finally got around to finishing it.

Suguru is no stranger to watching Satoru fuck you, a silent observer of the six eyes's insatiable hunger for you. Your snowy-haired boyfriend is already clingy even when he's not horny, but it gets even worse when his cock starts to swell. He'll follow you around like a dog in heat, always needing to be touching you, pressing his aching length up against your back or side with those sparkling baby blues so pouty and wide, practically begging to be let into your sweet cunt.

So Suguru, the partner with the most self-control in your three-way relationship, is willing to wait his turn. Such as now, when you find yourself flat on your back on the plush, king-size bed where the three of you sleep. Satoru grabs at the soft flesh of the backs of your thighs and unceremoniously pushes your legs up to your chest, locking you into a mating press to allow him a deeper fuck as he sinks his thick, veiny cock into your welcoming warmth.

No sooner has he bottomed out, kissing your cervix with his swollen, leaky tip, does he snap his hips into yours at a brutal pace that makes your eyes water and your inner walls flutter as they adjust to his wide girth. Even after all this time, Satoru still makes love to you like it's his first and last chance to, fucking your poor little cunny like he's trying to make sure you won't ever forget the shape of his dick or how thoroughly it fills you.

And the entire time, Suguru just...watches, his own cock throbbing uncomfortably against the increasingly tight confines of his pants as he watches the two dearest people in his life going at it like animals. Usually you would try to include Suguru in your lovemaking somehow, but right now you can't speak, you can't think. You can only feel Satoru's fat cock hitting every sweet spot inside you over and over, causing a lewd squelching sound to fill the air each time your greedy cunt eagerly sucks him back in.

Satoru knows your body like his own, and his expert assault on your g-spot makes short work of getting you to squirt all over his dick. Your release coats his length and balls as your already snug heat convulses around his shaft, squeezing him even tighter with each mind-numbing pulse of orgasmic bliss that wracks through your body.

"Look at that pretty pussy making such a mess for me, Suguru," your boyfriend croons, the smirk on his pink lips downright sinful.

In your haze you glance over to Suguru, who reaches a hand down to palm at the sizable bulge straining against his thigh when he notices your eyes on him. You're not sure which one of you Suguru is more focused on as the scene unfolds: the hard muscles of Satoru's back glistening with sweat from his efforts to please you, and the way his defined abs flex and tighten as the tension building in his full, heavy balls threatens to erupt into your waiting womb, or the gorgeous mess under him that is you, your tits bouncing with each snap of his hips and your lovely eyes all teary with overstimulation as Satoru doesn't slow his rough thrusts for even a moment as you come down from your high.

He couldn't even if he wanted to - every fiber in his being is aching to release deep inside you. Your poor cervix is taking a beating, the pain almost overtaking the pleasure after so long of being rammed by the thick, rounded head of Satoru's cock. But his kisses are growing sloppier, his hip movements beginning to stutter, and you feel him twitching within you, all telltale signs that he's about to cum.

Suddenly, Satoru lifts his white blindfold up, giving you an unfiltered view of the euphoria in his sapphire eyes just before he lets out a deep, guttural groan as the first spurt of warm, sticky cum pulses through his shaft and right up against the entrance to your womb.

Even when his cock finally stops twitching, he could keep going, keep fucking his cum into you until your cunt is a frothy white mess of his making. And he might would - if not for the touch of Suguru's hand on his broad shoulder, a subtle reminder that his turn with you is up, and he needs to give your tired body time to recover before you're ready for whatever Suguru has in store for you next.

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wizardzvie · 11 days ago

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ღ pairing: SatoSugu/female Reader wc: 2k

ღ a/n: This is a repost from an old blog I deleted AO3 Link

ღ content warnings: female anatomy used for the reader. reader is called "good girl". lots of dirty talk toward the end. teasing. squirting. creampie. this got dirtier the more I wrote. suguru fucks satoru and then fucks you.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Satoru looks beautiful.

You know that, he knows that, and if you ever admitted it he'd probably act all cool and strut around. Open his big mouth and say, “Do you know how whipped you sound for me, baby?"

But now, seeing him hovering over you, a blissed-out mess. You've finally witnessed what true beauty is. Screw the beholders and their eyes; the crystal blue ones peering into your soul are the only ones that matter anyway.

Seeing Satoru Gojo being fucked within an inch of his life could be the very reason you're still sane.

A deft hand skims down Satoru's hip to take hold of his leaking cock, stroking slowly and squeezing hard at the tip, just the way he likes it. A moan is ripped from Satoru's throat. The handsome face of Suguru peers over his shoulder to catch your eye. He is smirking as he squeezes Satoru on the downstroke again.

"Nnngh, Sugu, why do you gotta be so fuckin mean." Satoru slurred.

The man behind him chuckled, "Am I being mean?" He withdrew his hand to place it back on Satoru's hip, fingers digging in to hold him still as the pace of their hips picked up.

"Ugghh, yes. You are," Satoru gasps, "won't even let me in this fucking pussy..." his ramblings turned into nonsense against your chest.

The loud pat, pat, pat of their hips made you squirm. Desperate after waiting and watching them go at it.

When you first entered your bedroom, Satoru laid you on your back and licked you open as Suguru prepared him. The both of you whined when Suguru dragged him up and away from where he was pleasuring you with his hair, hovering over you with your legs resting on his hips.

"Hold yourself open," Suguru directed.

You had been quicker, reflexively reaching down and spreading Satoru’s plump, muscular ass cheeks. His hips gave a cocky little wiggle as he chuckled, "This better?"

Suguru whistled, "Not what I was expecting, but good girl."

Unexpectedly, Suguru didn’t allow Satoru to fuck you as he took the man for himself. You were ready to make a fuss, but that was before you were witness to the beautiful men above you. He put his hands over yours as he pressed into Satoru, smoothing up and down Satoru’s back and your legs to give him time to adjust before fucking his hips at an erotic tempo.

If you're sane because of Satoru's beauty, surely Suguru Geto will be the reason you lose your mind.

Now Satoru's dick swings over your sex as they rock, the tip sometimes hitting your folds or tapping your clit. Teasing to no end. Suguru put him in a mean arch to stop his attempts from thrusting into you.

Satoru chokes out a wheeze at the change, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, please, lemme, lemme..."

"Oh, I think he's close, darling." Suguru smirks, violet eyes hungry. He sounds completely relaxed despite the exertion of his core. His voice passively degrades Satoru by keeping his composure as the strongest sorcerer squirms under the abuse of his prostate.

You let out a moan in tandem when you look into the blue eyes above you, content with just watching him fall apart. You couldn't help hooking your ankles over the back of his thighs, trailing your fingers up the muscles on his sides. Before he was propped up on his elbows, now he melted down to bury his face in the side of your neck, chest pressed against yours—both of you sliding together with Suguru's thrusts.

Everything about this position was hot. You were left to imagine that you were the one getting fucked, newfound energy igniting in you to grip and kiss where you could reach Satoru.

“f…fuuuck…” He was so close when he grew quiet, flexing his muscles as he tightened up. His arms squeezed around you, slipping underneath your back. Your own wiggled out to bend over his shoulders, a hand carding through his damp hair. You kissed the side of his head. “Feels so good, Satoru.” And he whimpered.

“Atta girl, talk him through it, baby,” Suguru growled under his breath, leaning down to grip Satoru’s heavy cock again.

You could feel him rubbing it over your clit when he began to orgasm. But before you could even moan in appreciation, Suguru budged his knees forward with a hard thrust, angling Satoru’s cock lower into your center. He pushed it inside to the hilt just as he began cumming.

As you gasped, a high-pitched moan came out of Satoru, “Fuck! Oh god… oh my god…nnnghn!” His hips rutted uncontrollably into your heat, jackhammering into you and back onto Suguru’s dick like a bunny. He wasn’t able to have very long strokes. Suguru kept him pressed up against you, so every jerk was a hard, sweet grind.

Cold tears rolled down your collarbone when Satoru finally got what he wanted. You moaned as your hips pressed down into the slower rocking, surprised you could take him without any prep. Loud “ah-ah-ahhh’s” fell uncontrollably near your ear, your head turning to catch his lips in a messy kiss, trying your best to convey how thankful you are to see him this way. To be a part of it.

He finally slowed, and an embarrassing slurp was heard when his softening cock pulled out of you. Maneuvering his legs over yours while still holding his head to your chest so you could relax your thighs down onto the bed. Although, not for long.

“Ah!” you gasp and buck your hips as Suguru spits on your pussy. Slim fingers ran up and down your folds, before two plunged in, crooking upwards to rub against the area that gave your body a flash of heat. You were already so wet from his saliva, your own juices dripping out as you watched them, Satoru’s sticky cum, and now Suguru wanted to mark his claim.

“Don’t forget about me, baby.” His sultry voice mumbled. Satoru moaned in disappointment when your head turned from his lips, moving to suck on any exposed skin of your neck and ear he could reach. After his orgasm, he must have felt lazy, heavier even, since he didn’t make any attempts to roll off of you.

Your weak voice stirred with the movement inside you, “Nnn, could never, Sugu…” He chuckled at your words.

“No? You seemed pretty busy there. Got your hands full of such a big baby?”

“Shut up.” Satoru spat after regaining some of his energy. He gave you a few more kisses and then mumbled, “I got it.”

Suguru hummed in approval, and you didn’t have any time to ask before your calves were hiked over his forearms, lower body tilting upwards to rub against the underside of his dick.

“Now I get to have you, sweetheart,” Suguru hums. Deep in thought as he rubs his fat tip side to side over your clit. He smiles as you whimper and twitch. “Satoru was nice and tight, but now I need to feel you raw. Don’t worry, I’ll make you cum quick.” Small amounts of Satoru’s cum threatened to spill out from your clenching pussy at his words. “Sweet girl, so wet for me.” He pressed inside slowly, groaning along with you.

You didn't even notice Satoru’s hands slide up your wrists until he had them in a tight grip, pulling them over your head. With your arms extended, legs held up and open by his thighs, you were officially unable to move. Vulnerable to take whatever Suguru gave you.

Now your body felt on fire. Pussy squeezing Suguru's dick every time he pulled back. Satoru's warm body pressed into yours, holding you down.

You stared up at Satoru with wide eyes, mouth hanging open at the intensity in their gaze as they both saw your already fucked out expression. His dick slightly pulsed on your lower stomach.

“Holy fuck, you’re so hot,” Satoru says, amazed, leaning back down to suck more marks on your neck.

“I agree,” Suguru panted, “Ohh baby, so so good for us, gonna make me cum.” His eyes were watching intently at where you joined, beginning to lose control at the sight of the creamy substance coating his cock every time he pulled back. A white ring circled his base, creating a sticky smack when your skin connected.

Satoru moaned at his dirty words, lightly grinding into you. He mumbled, around your neck, that he was using as a chew toy, “Mmmm, fuck our baby good, Suguru. Been waitin’ so long.”

Suguru chuckled darkly, “I know. Got so wet just thinking about being split open on one of us, maybe even both of us.”

Your head tilted back as you moaned unabashedly, trying to escape their heated eyes and sexy mouths. Your face flushed so red, so sure you were going to pass out if this kept up.

Satoru’s wet tongue trailed up your neck and licked over your ear, the uncomfortable feeling making you squeal and flinch, somehow arousing you further as you climbed that cliff.

“His cock feels so nice, doesn’t it?” And he’d know, wouldn’t he? “Ah-ah, don’t run away, baby. Right here.” He tuts and handles both of your wrists into one large hand of his, the other gripping your jaw to make you look into Suguru’s eyes. “You like getting my cum fucked into you?”

The humiliation heated you further when Satoru leaned up to take a look at you. The embarrassment of being the center of attention made you clench rapidly.

It all became too much. Suguru’s cock hit so deep and rough inside you, dragging out so deliciously before snapping back in. Hearing his moans in between yours. Satoru’s breath panted into your ear, licking and kissing you so sweetly. Your wrists held firm in his grip when you tried to tug them out. To grab onto something, anything.

“Ohhh sweet thing, are you gonna cum? Pussy’s squeezing so tight around me, oh that’s it, good girl, good girl.” Suguru rambled, leaning over the man above you’s back, taking only a second to hike your bottom up higher, pressing your legs together, and drilling into you faster.

“Ohmygod, fuck f-fuck uhahh please ple…” your voice cut out as your back bowed and tensed sporadically. This feeling was different, too much, not enough, fuck, you were going to break.

“Yeah, you’re gonna cum.” Satoru panted.

“Let go, let go ‘fr me, that’s ahhh that’s it baby fuck…” Suguru whined, bowing down to bite into Satoru’s shoulder as his hips stuttered.

The coil in your stomach grew tighter until it finally snapped. Legs shaking and thrown into the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had, soaking the sheets underneath you along with Suguru’s lap. Tears streamed down your face in ecstasy.

You all but melted. Arms, legs, and neck going limp, lolling your head to the side. Satoru kissed your cheeks and around your eyes when you whined at the beginning of overstimulation, allowing your hands to come down from their hold. Suguru thrust a few more times before pushing as deep as he could go, adding to the mess of cum inside your spent pussy.

Satoru rolled to the side of you so Suguru could lean down and rest his body along yours. All three of you stilling to enjoy the warm fuzzy afterglow of your orgasms.

Satoru giggled, “I like when you do that.”

Your eyelids flickered tiredly, “What? Make a mess?” You were in dire need of a glass of water.

“Yeah, absolutely.” then quietly mumbled a few seconds later like a child saying a naughty word, “squirt.”

“You’re so immature.” Suguru chuckled and groaned.

“And you’re heavy… get off… both of you,” you mumbled before he could nestle closer in your neck.

He hummed in consideration before pushing Satoru away from the both of you, ordering him to get a towel despite his complaints. When he came back the two of them took over wiping you down, cradling you princess-style as the other stripped the bed.

“How’s a shower sound, babe?” Satoru kissed your forehead before you could doze off.

“Mmm, good,” you mumbled and blinked up at him. Suguru came over to rest his chin on Satoru’s shoulder, stroking your bare legs when goosebumps appeared. “I love you.”

Closing your eyes, you missed their smiles and the kiss they shared after responding, “I love you too, sweetheart.”

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k-martins · 10 months ago

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Updating mine

MY TOP TEN FAVORITE JJK SHIPPS!!!!

10. SHOKOHIME

They stole Jogo and Hanami's place because I got it into my head that Jogo is like the grumpy grandfather and Hanai is the vegan aunt of the curse family! I like them. I think it's a ship with a lot of potential. I need to consume more content, but I love the fanarts!!!

9. HIGUNANA

This crack grew in me and now I'm suffering for them after the last chapter. In a kind universe, Higuruma and Nanami adopted Yuji and they live happily and happily!!! I think the two go together a lot and the fanfics are adorable! These Old Yaoi will be the death of me!!!!

8. CHOSOYUKI

They've come down a little, but man I still love them!!! Even more so now because my thirst for Choso awakened and I started reading fanfics of him being a good big brother and I fell to my knees! I still want to write more and explore his relationship with Yuji. And God, YUKI IS AMAZING!!!! THEY DESERVED TO STAY TOGETHER, AKUTAMI YOU DAMN IT!!!!

7. HIGUKUSA

A friend on twt is feeding me higukusa art and, god, this crack (not so crack, because that "I'll protect you even if I have to die for it" from kusakabe hit me hard) has taken root in my heart! I'm also obsessed with Higuruma, so I combined the useful with the pleasant!

6. INUOKKO

THEY ARE CUTE OKAY!!!! I AM OBSESSED WITH CREATING HCS FOR THEM!!! I don't consume much of their stuff, but all the fanart I've seen is cute and their participation in the itafushi fics I read is always welcome!!! It's kind of strange to read something where they're not together…

5. NOBAMAKI

MY OPINION HAS NOT CHANGED, OKAY??? NOBAMAKI IS WONDERFUL AND I WOULD KILL TO HAVE MORE OF THEM!!! But since I saw Nobara's flashback I've been wondering if Fumi wouldn't be a good ship too? Does anyone have a fanfic/fanart of him, by the way??? ANYWAY, NOBAMAKI IS STILL MY FAVORITE!!!

4. KIRAKARI

I'M IN LOVE WITH KIRARA!!!! SHE AND HAKARI ARE THE ONLY HEALTHY THINGS IN THIS MISERABLE MANGA!!!! I love imagining what their relationship is like, writing hcs slice to life minis and drawing Kirara! But I'm getting worried because I saw someone saying that Kirara could appear in the Hakari x Urame fight to help her boyfriend and I know what's going to happen and I don't want it to happen! GEGE GET THESE DIRTY CLAWS AWAY FROM MY BABIES!!!!

3. SATOSUGU

YOU RUINED BLACK AND WHITE FOR ME, YOU DEPRESSED BITCHES!!! My friend is obsessed with them and boy can I understand! These two are tragic, with a beautiful dynamic and a happy ending(?). Plus they fucked up my Christmas Eve. I hope these two bitches are causing terror in heaven!

2. ITAFUSHI!!!!

If you've known me for more than a second, you'll know that I have an average of five outbreaks a day because of these two. This whole thing about always trying to save others even if it condemns them destroys me, okay??? Fanfics and fanarts also feed me! And I'm going to convince all my friends to ship this too so I can yell at 2am at them about little details of their dynamic! AND THEY MATCH SO MUCH!!! Of course, no more than our first place!!!!

EVERYONE X THERAPY!!!

Please let the deaths stop and this become canon

Honorable mention for _ Tojikuna (more because a twt artist is obsessed with them and that rubbed off on me) _ Hainana _ Toji x Mamagumi _ Okkofushi (Yuta was Megumi's first crush and you can't get that out of my head) _ Uraume x Sukuna (one-sided) _ Yuta x Maki

#First place is what needs to happen the most!#like #I really want this to happen #two weeks without an episode and I'm freaking out already #itafushi #fushiita #satosugu #nobamaki #inuokko #shokohime #higukusa #higunana #chosoyuki #kirakari

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chocochipsushi · 8 months ago

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𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐠

SFW

🌸Word count: 6.4k words

🌸AU: your soulmate is a huge, grumpy fart who shows you and only you affection, and though he hates his best friends, you think you've found soulmates in them too

🌸Pairing: Toji x reader, SatoSugu

<< Prequel | Part 2 >>

You always catch guys staring until Toji walks up to you with a hand on the small of your back. Then, the guys start to panic internally, looking away to avoid trouble with such a huge man. But their gazes will always return to watch the both of you. Everyone is always intrigued by your relationship.

You’re the tiniest little thing next to Toji, just standing nestled at his side, your hand resting on his beefy arm, his rugged body pressed up against yours. You’re not even that small to begin with. But his body is so big, chiseled and intimidating, that you‘re like a doll next to him. He looks so much like a guard dog whenever you’re together, because of how he towers and hovers over you.

“Can you help me get that, Toji?”

He looks up to what you’re pointing at and immediately lets go of you to step closer to the shelf. “This one?”

He easily reaches for the pair of scissors that is barely even touchable for you. He turns his head to see you grinning up at him as you bob your head. Toji grasps the package and brings it down to pass it to you.

“Gojo needs a new one because he misplaced his,” you explain, taking it from him before wrapping your arm around his.

“Shitty bar owner,” Toji mutters under his breath.

You laugh as you go up to the counter to have it paid for. As you pass the scissors to the cashier, you look up at Toji and scold, “He is your best friend, Toji!”

Immediately your boyfriend pulls out his card from his back pocket to pay for the item. The cashier is watching the both of you quietly. Toji shrugs at your reminder. “So? What kind of bar owner can’t even keep a pair of fucking scissors?”

Once the payment goes through, he snatches the new pair of scissors out of the cashier’s hand. The poor boy is so terrified and surprised by Toji’s roughness that he is surprised when you thank him with a sweet smile, and start walking out of the line. The amazed cashier is watching you lead the way, and he cannot help making parallels to you walking your scary guard dog that only listens to you and no one else.

The power you hold over such a huge and fearsome man could possibly make you easily twice as scary as Toji is. Because even the blind could tell that this crude and stoic man would do anything just to see you happy and safe. There is no other reason for the soft spark that ignites in his eyes every time your name is mentioned.

“Where’s The Grump?”

You hop up the bar stool and place the new pair of scissors on the counter. Grinning at Gojo, you answer, “Parking his bike. He’ll come.”

“Oh, damn, thought it was just you.” Gojo blows a raspberry as he snatches up the stationery. “I could really do without his stale attitude today.”

“Or ever,” his partner next to him chimes in.

Gojo points at Geto with a nod and an eyebrow raise in your direction. “I feel so bad you got him as your soulmate.”

Geto stops mixing whatever drink he is making to give you a look. “How do you even live with such a cranky old fart like that? Seriously.”

You laugh. “He's not that bad.” When you see the both of them giving you the same exact look, you laugh even harder. “Really! He’s actually very nice.”

“Yeah, maybe to pretty girls,” Gojo scoffs.

Geto makes a face and disagrees with his partner, “Actually… no. Have you seen the way he looks at girls that try to hit on him?”

Gojo thinks about it for a moment before he nods. “You got a point.” He looks at you. “So it’s just you that he's nice to. How does it feel to be God’s favourite?”

You giggle. “Toji is not a god!”

Gojo stares at you for a moment, then turns to his soulmate. He wonders, “Oh, is he nice to her because she’s an airhead?”

“Hey!” You stand on the leg rest on your stool to reach over and snatch the new pair of scissors off his hand. You frown at him. “That’s mean! I’m not dumb!”

Geto leaves from behind the bar counter with the freshly made order and before he makes his way to the customer’s table, he pats your head and bumps your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Yes, you are, but in a cute way.”

“Yes, so cute,” Gojo coos, reaching over to ruffle your hair. “Can I have my scissors back, my pretty baby?”

“I’m not a baby,” you huff, though you thrust the stationery in his direction anyway.

He grins as he takes it from you, using the back of the scissors to tap the top of your head lightly before he retracts his hand. You’re huffing and complaining about the two bar owners bullying you while Satoru simply laughs endearingly at your grumbles. You are still frowning at him when you suddenly hear a commotion behind you, so you turn around, only to see your boyfriend standing next to Geto with their broad backs to you, looking at a spot in the corner, perplexed and frustrated.

As if sensing your gaze, your soulmate turns around and spots you at the bar counter. Even from afar, you can see the way his eyes light up. He holds his arm out in your direction and makes a come-hither motion. So you jump off the stool and walk over to the two men. Suguru has now turned to watch you make your way over.

“Geto slapped me on the back with the stupid tray and my keys flew in there. Pick it up for me, will you, baby?”

You immediately nod your head. Suguru and Toji are too broad and muscular to fit into a small space like this, and it is always your job whether at home or at the bar to squeeze into nooks and crannies to retrieve a lost item, just like how it is Toji’s responsibility to reach for anything that is out of your reach (which is usually things in the overhead cupboard). You’d once been so afraid of his size but now you’re comforted by it, and your dynamic that used to be a mystery and a worry to you now works so well that either of you wouldn’t know what to do without the other.

Without another word, you get down on your knees and hands. You hear some rustling behind you and when you check, you see Geto pulling the apron from around his waist and Toji doffing his black leather jacket, the both of them holding their respective materials to conceal your behind since you are in a skirt. You look away and return to crawling closer to the tight space. You go lower and stretch your hand out into the darkness, at the same time sliding almost half your body into the cranny.

You reach around for the bunch of keys and easily find it. You fish it out and sit on your heels, grinning up at Toji as you hold his keys out to him. He is only looking at you as he takes them from your hand, his free hand already reaching down to yank you up. Once you’re standing in front of him, Toji reaches behind you to pull down on your skirt and brush it down.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he murmurs before bending to brush the dirt off your knees, the side of his neck bared and close to your face.

“Okay, move outta the way, I have more customers coming in,” Geto grumbles, staring up the stairs where some people are walking down to the underground bar.

You grab Toji’s arm and pull him to the bar counter where you had been sitting. He helps you up on the stool and goes around the counter where Gojo is making some cocktails, to wet a piece of tissue. He returns and stands in front of you, wiping your hands and knees with the wet tissue.

“Thank you, Toji,” you mumble, watching him take care of you.

He simply shakes his head. He goes behind the bar counter again to bin the tissue and wash his hands. At that time, a couple of guys come over to stand next to you at the bar counter. Gojo has gone to the kitchen, so Toji decides to help out for a bit. He dries his hand and stands before them, placing his hands on the counter, his broad shoulders looking more intimidating than ever.

“Yes?” he gruffs out.

“Two whiskey sours,” one of the men orders. He turns to you and gives you a flirty smile. He orders again, “And a mojito for this beautiful lady, please.”

You are surprised. You take a quick glance at Toji, only to be even more surprised that he is already making the order. He is always so protective over you and hates when guys so much as turn their heads in your direction.

Quickly, you turn back to the guys and decline the drink, “Oh, no, thank you but that’s okay!”

“No, please. A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be sitting here alone with no man and no drink,” the other one of them chuckles.

You look at Toji again, and though he is concentrating on mixing the drinks, you can clearly see the tick in his jaw. You swallow and shake your head. Smiling politely at the two men, you say, “Oh, no, I came with my boyfriend.”

“Well, he's gone, isn’t he? We can still be friends.”

Just then, Geto returns to man the counter and you see him glancing between you and the two men, then you hear him asking Toji to stop what he's doing. But Toji is quiet and somber as he simply shakes his head. Suguru looks at you and quirks an eyebrow, looking quite perplexed. He knows just how protective Toji can get when it comes to you. This reaction of his is totally new.

“So what's your name?” the guys prod.

You give an awkward chuckle. “I have a boyfriend,” you reiterate, hoping they get the hint.

“We’ll leave when he gets here.”

“Yeah, and you can tell him that you got yourself the drink.”

You’re simply staring at the two men, speechless at how disrespectful and pushy they are, when two glasses are slammed on the counter in front of them. They jump a little and turn back to the bartender in annoyance, only to drop the arrogance when they see that it is Toji.

“Two whiskey sours,” he grunts. He then gently places a cocktail, that is definitely not mojito, in front of you.

“Hey, we asked for a mojito for her.”

Toji looks them dead in the eyes and spits out, “I know my girl more than you do, and she doesn’t drink mojitos. That’s $50 for the three drinks, card or cash?”

The two men’s eyes widen into the sizes of saucer plates. Their eyes flicker between Toji and you, and when Toji quirks his eyebrows at them, they pull out their card in a nanosecond and scurry off the moment the drinks are paid for.

When they’re gone, Geto turns to Toji with his hip leaning against the counter and his arms crossed over his chest. He looks amused. “Wow. Toji Fushiguro is a changed man. No more punching men in the face whenever they speak to your little girlfriend?”

Toji washes his hands and dries them as he mutters, “I would have. Just figured since they wanted to pay for her drink, I’d just hold back.”

You giggle while Geto makes a face jokingly. “Stingy ass.”

Toji comes round to the front again where he sits next to you, bringing his chair close to you. He spreads his legs so that you’re between them, and rests his foot on the footrest of your stool, almost like he is protecting you.

“Whiskey on the rocks,” he tells Geto, who is already pulling out the bottle of his favourite whiskey. Toji always gets the same thing.

You take a sip of the cocktail in front of you and turn to your soulmate, who is already watching you. “Mm. Apple pie!” He nods his head, quiet with his eyes still on you. You beam at him. “Yummy!”

He still doesn’t say anything. He simply watches you for a few seconds before reaching a beefy hand out to cup your face. Before he even gets to stroke his thumb on your cheek, Geto slaps a coaster down on the counter in front of his best friend and places a full cup of whiskey on it.

“Stop being gross,” is all he says.

Gojo pushes through the door of the kitchen with two plates balanced on his palms. “Suguru, table 17 and 4, please.”

Geto is already taking the plates off him as he mumbles, “Got it.”

He goes off to bring the food to the tables so that it is just Gojo in front of you and Toji. He grins at you. “Wanna go to a party when we close tonight?”

You glance at Toji, who has dropped his hand from your face to pick up his drink. You turn back to his friend. “Sure. Whose place?”

“Shoko’s.”

Toji is out of his element. He hates socialising, especially at a party. People just drain his energy, even Satoru and Suguru are no exception. The only person he doesn't mind— or rather, wants to be together with all the time is you. But you are the opposite of him. Everything about the both of you are opposites.

You enjoy being with people. You’re loud all the time, and you attract people like moths to a flame. You could be standing there minding your own business and yet still have someone approaching you. You’re just a people person and Toji is not. Which is why, Toji grabs onto your wrist when you start to drift a little too far from him.

“Where are you going?” he questions quietly. Only you can sense the mild panic in his voice.

You smile. “I was gonna go get us a drink.” You pat his hand that is still holding onto you. “Wait here, okay?”

His eyes dart around the place and as if a saviour has appeared, he quickly lets go of you and stands up to grab a hold of Gojo who had been walking away. Satoru stumbles back, surprised and confused.

“Get us a drink on your way back, will ya,” Toji mutters.

Satoru frowns at him. “I’m going to the bathroom, dickhead.”

“Stop by the drinks station on your way back and get us something, then.”

“Why can’t you do it yourself?”

Deciding to end this bickering, you place a hand on each of their chest. The two men huff at each other before turning to you. You tell Toji first, “Let’s go get the drinks together, okay?” Then you turn to Gojo. “And you can come find us when you’re done.”

“What for—”

“She said come find us when you’re done,” Toji repeats in a grunt.

Gojo turns to you wide-eyed like he is saying, “Did you see what he just did to me?” But you simply grin up at him and pat his chest before turning around and flouncing off in the direction of the drinks station. Toji follows behind you, but not without a flick to his ear by Gojo.

“What do you want to drink?” you question when you’re standing in front of a whole bunch of different alcohol types.

You’re reaching out for a cup when Toji interjects and pushes you away gently as he takes over your spot. You look up at him and he says, “I’ll mix you something. Just go to the fridge and get me a beer, will you, sweetheart?”

You do as he asked you to and when you’re back, he is pouring cranberry juice into your cup. You exchange your drinks once he is done with the concoction and you mix the liquid in your cup with your finger. You’re about to put it in your mouth to lick your finger clean, but your wrist is caught in Toji’s grasp. You look up at him, surprised and confused. But he simply brings your finger up to his mouth, where he sucks on your soaked digit.

“Yep, you’re gonna like that,” he compliments his own drink mixing skill with a cocky eyebrow raise and a smirk.

You immediately erupt in flames but you take a sip of your drink quietly. He is right, of course. Toji knows just how you like your drinks. He knows you too well.

Toji takes a sip of his beer as he leans against the kitchen counter. Just then, Gojo and a bunch of his noisy friends come streaming through the kitchen door and head over to your group. The two bar owners have really good alcohol tolerance but you know that they’ve definitely drank a bit too much by how loud they’re being. You move closer to your boyfriend, somehow managing to stand between his legs and be engulfed in his body.

“We’re going to the club. Wanna join?”

You frown at Gojo as Toji takes a swig of his beer. “Now? We just got our drink,” you whine.

“Chug it, then.” Suguru raises his brows at the man behind you. “You have a bodyguard to take care of you.”

You turn and look up at Toji, who simply stares back at you. He is not the most sociable person but if you wanted to socialise, he’d step out of his comfort zone for you.

“I don’t know…” you mumble, turning back to your friends. “I’m not feeling it—”

“Oh, you’re a lightweight!” Satoru snarks. “Down that cup and you’ll be feeling it in a minute!”

“Drink, drink, drink!”

Your friends start chanting and suddenly you’re pressured by a group of four to skull an entire cup of alcohol. You feel Toji standing straighter behind you, probably ready to snap at them for being a bad influence. Quickly, you instinctively down the drink and all your friends start cheering you on.

“Baby!” Toji hisses. He snatches the cup out of your hand but you’ve already finished three-quarters of it. “We could have just gone home,” he groans. You simply stare up at him as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “You’re so stupid.” Your lips fall into a pout and he immediately softens the frown on his face. “Baby,” he sighs, this time concerned.

A hand lands on your shoulder and you’re suddenly pulled away from Toji. “Oh, stop worrying, lover boy,” comes Satoru’s taunt. “We always take good care of our little baby, don’t we?” he coos as he leans down to press his cheek to yours, grinning annoyingly at your soulmate.

You are having so much fun and you’re so glad you came. The club is packed, the music is good, and the energy is electric. You’re dancing and singing along to all your favourite songs with all your friends, the whole bunch of you loud and having the best times of your lives.

Except for Toji.

He is standing by the bar, keeping his eagle eyes on you so he doesn't lose sight of you, as he sips on his fourth glass of whisky. If you’re a lightweight, you’d best bet that your soulmate is the opposite. Someone has to be sober enough to take care of you.

It isn’t about his sobriety either, actually. Being the soulmate to a young girl who is over 10 years younger than he is, Toji just finds it refreshing to see how much energy you have in your little body. He is way past the age to be drinking just to party but he doesn’t want to rob his soulmate of this time in your life where you can party all night long and still not suffer any consequences the next day.

It is your third time being approached by a boy, trying to dance with you. But like what you’ve done with the previous two, you point to Toji, who tips his glass in your direction with a quirk of his eyebrow. And just like the previous two times, this boy is frightened by how intimidating your boyfriend is and immediately takes his leave.

It’s been an hour and a half in the club, and you’re starting to feel partied out. Leaving your friend group, you squeeze your way out to find Toji, who meets you halfway, not wanting to have you alone in the club even for just a few seconds. You immediately hug his arm and lean against his warm body.

“Ready to go home?” Toji shouts.

You nod your head. So he downs his drink and leaves it at the bar counter before finding his way out of the club with you latched on him. When you’re out, Toji takes his arm away from you to doff his leather jacket and hold it open for you. You wear it and you’re suddenly drowning in the jacket. You go back to hugging Toji’s arm. He has just fished his phone out to book a ride home when someone ruffles your hair.

Toji’s body stiffens and he looks up to glare at his possible victim when he notices Satoru grinning at the both of you. You rest your temple against Toji’s bicep as you look up at Gojo.

“Where is Sugu?” you mumble.

He throws his thumb over his shoulder. “Drunk.”

You rest your hand on Toji’s chest so you can tiptoe and take a look behind Gojo. While you’re watching Geto sitting on the pavement curb, head hung and propped up on his hands, Toji slips his arm out between the both of you to wrap around your body, pressing you to him. You circle an arm around his waist and rest your head on his chest.

“Are you guys going home now?”

You bob your head. “Tired,” you murmur.

Gojo groans as he glares at Toji like your boyfriend has offended him. He complains, “You’re so lucky your soulmate is half your size and easy to carry.”

Being the people pleaser that you are, you look up at Toji. “Oh, Toji! Why don’t you help—”

“No.”

You frown at him. “But why? You’re so strong.”

“Yeah, Toji. You’re so strong,” Satoru joins in, grinning.

“Shut the fuck up,” your boyfriend grinds out as he sets a deadly glare on his good friend. “Stop acting like you’re so weak.”

Gojo, now dropping his mockery tone, runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “You know Suguru is heavier than he looks. He's going to be hard to move around.”

“Baby,” you try again. You’re always so nice to your friends. “Help Toru get Suguru home. Or they could come over—”

“No,” Toji snaps.

You shut up, surprised at his tone. Hurt, you drop your hands away from Toji and take a step back, crossing your arms. But you know that you probably don't look intimidating at all, especially in your boyfriend’s huge jacket.

“Princess, you’re drunk and I’m tired—” he tries to say as he reaches out for you.

But you dodge his hand. “You’re so mean to your friends, Toji. I don't like it when you’re mean to them. And then you get mad at me.”

Toji’s gaze softens. “I’m not mad at you, sweetheart. You’re my priority. I want to take care of you.”

“But I’m fine!”

“You’re drunk, sweetheart.”

“I’m fine!” You stomp your foot.

Toji rubs his face tiredly. He locks his phone and shoves it back into his pocket in defeat. He stares at you. “Okay. What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to help Satoru!” you huff.

Gojo, while you were squabbling before him, is just staring at you in admiration and awe. He has never seen Toji so docile and tame, and nice before. You have a chokehold on him and it is so apparent who holds the upper hand in the relationship.

But Satoru suddenly feels cold and he just knows that Toji is glaring at him even before he turns to look at his best friend. Gojo smiles nervously. “Yes, Fushiguro?”

“You’re paying for the ride back home.”

You hold the door open for Toji and Satoru to lug in an unconscious Suguru, where they dump him on your couch. Satoru groans and Toji immediately leaves to go into your shared bedroom. You take off Toji’s jacket and hang it up, just in time for Toji to come back out to hand Gojo some extra blankets you don't use. Finally, the two men turn to you.

“Are we good now?” Toji mutters.

You bob your head meekly and he immediately goes into the bedroom. You look at Satoru, who gives you an encouraging look.

“Thanks, doll. Think you should call it a night.”

You nod your head and rush into the room where you hear the water already running in the bathroom. You quickly undress and join Toji in the shower. You watch him clean himself up silently, entirely ignoring you when he would normally be all over you.

“Toji?” you call weakly. He doesn’t answer you. You move forward to touch his torso as he rinses his hair. “Toji, can you wash my hair for me too?” you try.

He opens his eyes and lands his steely gaze on you. The moment he sees the kicked puppy look on your face, he feels his heart softening. “C’mere,” he mutters.

You’re excited at his invite, and you move to stand in front of him and turn your back to him. He takes the shower head and you tilt your head back so he can rinse your hair. Turning the water off, he starts lathering your hair with shampoo. In the silence, you feel even more nervous with this Toji. So you speak up.

“Are you mad at me, Toji?”

The question hangs in the air for a long while. Unable to take his silence anymore, you turn around so that you are facing him and his arms are stretched out to massage shampoo into your hair. Toji sees the small pout on your lips. He sighs.

“I just don’t understand why you have to be so nice. You were drunk and tired, too. It just pisses me off that you don’t ever think for yourself first.”

“But Satoru needed help…”

“What do you think he did before he even knew you? He’s just fucking with us.”

“What do you mean?” You frown at him. He's just so mean sometimes.

Toji stops massaging your scalp now and uses the remaining shampoo on his hands to wash his own hair. “I mean, he carried his fucking boyfriend home drunk plenty of times before. Might have taken him a while but he did it fine. He just makes use of you to get me to help him because he knows I would do anything you asked me to.”

You hear nothing but the last bit. You completely forget that you had thought he was mean. “Would you actually do anything I ask you to?” you murmur.

Toji narrows suspicious eyes on you. “Within means.”

You throw your arms around him at once, smushing your cheek to his firm chest. He grunts in surprise, quickly resting his hand on your shoulder blade. “I’m sorry I got mad at you for being mean to Toru,” you mumble.

Toji takes in a deep breath. “Yes, you should be.” You gasp and tilt your head up to pout at him. He has a cheeky glint in his eyes when he says, “You were going to get lucky in the morning but now you have two dumbasses in the living room.”

“What do you—” The innuendo behind his words finally hits you and your face glows red. “Princess fucked up?” you try to give him a cute pout.

Toji only laughs, his scarred lips stretching wide. He cups your chin and leans in to peck you on your lips. “Princess fucked up,” he agrees.

Despite Toji’s declaration last night, you still woke up lucky this morning. Not only because of Toji’s “Princess Treatment”, but also because Suguru and Satoru wanted to thank the both of you for letting them crash your place by cooking breakfast. Using the ingredients in your kitchen.

“Steak? For breakfast?!” Toji shouts.

Your soulmate buys at least 5kg worth of beef every week for his protein intake. It is expensive and he definitely would not be eating it as hangover food.

You giggle as you go over to Suguru’s side, hugging him as he cooks up a ton of sunny side up eggs. Satoru and Toji are bickering in the background. Suguru places a hand on the top of your head and leans down to kiss your hair.

“Thanks for getting Toji to help Satoru last night,” he murmurs.

You look up at him with a beaming smile. “Thank you for staying friends with Toji.”

He laughs and pats your head. “We stay only ‘cause of you, sweetheart. Now go prep the table. Breakfast’s almost ready.”

You do as he says, bringing out plates and cutlery for everyone. Before you even struggle with the weight of the ceramics, your boyfriend floats past you and picks them up instead. You follow after him like a duckling, standing there uselessly while he goes around the table to set up. When he’s done, Toji stands next to you as the both of you watch Gojo set glasses of water at the table. You stare up at Toji, who immediately looks down at you.

“I’ve never had steak for breakfast before,” you admit innocently.

Toji lets out a strangled groan and slumps over your body as he wraps his arms around you like you are his pillar of strength. “I fucking hate them, baby,” he confesses in a fake cry.

It makes you laugh because if anyone could ever get Toji to be so dramatic, it would definitely be his best friends. It is a side of his you never get to see when it is just the two of you.

You reach behind him and pat his back. “There, there, baby. We’ll buy more today.”

“No,” he says seriously now as he stands upright. You look up at him in surprise. “Satoru and Suguru are buying more today.”

Just then, the man with long, black hair walks towards the dining table with a plate piled with all the eggs you had in your fridge, all cooked perfectly. “We need to get groceries for our place anyway,” Suguru says. “We’ll buy yours too.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Satoru sings as he skips over and drags his chair out to plop down on it. “Double date!”

You move to sit next to him as you laugh, amused. “At the supermarket?”

“Double date at the supermarket!” Satoru announces as he throws his arm around you the moment you get to the doors of the huge establishment.

Toji rolls his eyes next to you. Suguru comes over now and holds a basket out to your boyfriend. But he rejects it and insists, “I’m going to need a cart.”

So you’re walking down the condiments aisle next to Toji while Suguru and Satoru are discussing about sauces they need for a recipe they are planning to try out for the bar. You slip your arms around one of Toji’s and walk close to him. He moves to rest his elbows on the cart handle so that he is almost at your same height even though he has to basically walk with a hunched back.

As the both of you watch the two males in front of you squabbling about the qualities of brands, you briefly wonder, “Do you think we have soulmates for friends too?”

Toji hums and shrugs a shoulder. “Why’d you ask that?”

You guys halt when Gojo and Geto stop for a condiment. You let go of Toji and turn to him. Returning to his full height, he gazes down at you. “If we do, I really hope Satoru and Suguru are our soulmates,” you sincerely say.

Toji makes a face. “Those clowns?” You bob your head innocently. He turns to watch his two best friends throwing a sauce bottle back and forth as if it is a dynamite that might go off in the next minute. Toji finally turns back to you with an incredulously confused look. “Seriously? Those clowns?”

You reach out to thump his chest as you laugh. “I know you love them, Toji. You know, if we ever have kids, I want Toru and Suguru to be their godfathers.”

“Hell no, I’m not letting those idiots near my babies,” your soulmate immediately declares, shutting down all possible arguments as he turns to push the cart again.

You follow after him and grab hold of his shirt. “You’re so mean to our childrens’ godfathers, Toji.”

He glares at you, which only makes you giggle. He pushes your hand away from clutching onto his shirt and you are offended for a second before he slips his palm against yours, his fingers sliding between yours. He pulls you closer until you are bumping against him. You stare up at him, wondering why he did that.

“Should we ditch them?” he whispers as he eyes the two grumbling men.

You giggle. “Who’s gonna pay for our groceries then?”

He groans and sets his eyes on you. “Ugh. You’re right. They’re—”

“Hey! Who wants some cake and ice cream?” Satoru shouts in your direction. Immediately, you grin and raise your hand eagerly. He smiles back happily. “Let’s buy ingredients and make a strawberry shortcake at the bar!”

“We’re making them?” you groan at the same time Toji almost yells, “We’re spending more time together?!”

You’re watching the three men across the kitchen island. You’re given the easiest job, which is to cut up the strawberries, so you have plenty of time to watch Toji whip a bowl of cream while Suguru helps to pour in sugar at intervals, as Satoru mixes the cake mixture. You think it’s so cute how they’re gossiping about a mutual friend one moment and then bickering the next because flour has flown everywhere.

“Gojo!” Toji snaps as he stops mixing and looks down at his black shirt now dusted with flour.

Satoru goes over to him and fakes gasp, “Oh my God, I’m sorry!” He then dips his finger into Toji’s bowl and scoops up a dollop of whipping cream. He puts it into his mouth and moans. “Mmm. Yummy!”

“Satoru!” Geto scolds with a disapproving look on his face.

The white-haired man is making eye contact with an annoyed Toji who is glaring at him. He grins obnoxiously and lets his finger go for another dip. He then holds his finger out to his boyfriend. “It really is yummy.”

Despite the side glare that Suguru gives him, he still takes Satoru’s finger into his mouth and sucks on it. He flickers his eyes over to Toji, looking just a bit surprised. “Oh, it’s actually good.”

Your soulmate is just glaring at them and you just know that he is so close to blowing up. So you go over with a strawberry and dip it into the cream. You look up at Toji, who is squinting at you. You take a small bite from the side of the strawberry and let out a happy squeal.

“Mm!” You hold out the rest of the strawberry to your boyfriend. “Try it, Toji.”

He keeps glaring at you. So you bring the strawberry closer and bump his lip with the cream. He finally parts his lips and allows you to feed him.

You, Gojo, and Geto are standing there, staring up at the green-eyed man expectantly as he chews slowly, savouring the flavour. There is not a single hint from Toji if he enjoyed the whipped cream as much as we do. That is until he swallows and Satoru breaks the silence with a whisper, as if afraid to enrage a beast.

“So…? How is it?”

Toji is silent for a moment. Then he mutters, “It’s not bad.”

Satoru and Suguru let out relieved breaths. Gojo rounds the island to bring over the remaining uncut strawberries. He dips a strawberry into the cream as he says, “I dunno why you’re always so grumpy. Fushiguro.”

Suguru follows suit in eating strawberries covered in whipped cream. He adds, “Yeah. Can’t you just let loose a little?”

Satoru is now eating his third strawberry. His mouth is still full when he mumbles, “You’re like an old man in a young man’s body.”

Suguru is on his second strawberry now, making sure the berry is completely covered in cream as he comments, “Though he’s not that young.”

You watch Toji’s face turning darker by the second. Especially when Satoru agrees, “True. The only thing young about him is his cute little girlfriend.” You blush when he winks at you.

Toji decides that this is his final straw as he slams the mixing bowl down on the island and snaps, “I’m only four years older than the two of you, fuckwits!” As his two best friends gape at him in surprise at his outburst, he snatches Satoru’s fourth strawberry out of his hand and grunts, “And stop eating all the fucking cream if you’re gonna make a fucking cake. Dumbass.”

Then, he holds the berry out to you. Shyly, you take it and thank him. He steps out from between Geto and Gojo to go over to stand by your side, brushing your hair back so it doesn't get in the way as you munch on the strawberry. Satoru and Suguru are observing the both of you, and you can see Satoru glaring at you.

“You’re a bitch for stealing my best friend and pitting him against me,” he spits. But he is only eyeing at the strawberry in your hand.

You laugh. “Toru, just give up on the cake and eat the strawberries with the cream. We can make the cake another time.”

The suggestion sparks a glint of hope in his bright blue eyes and he immediately grins at you. “You’re the smartest bimbo ever. I love you as much as Toji loves you.”

Toji blows a raspberry and rolls his eyes. But you smile back at him. “I love you as much as Toji loves you too, Toru!”

Your soulmate immediately mumbles, almost concerned because he knows how much you love his best friends, "That's not a lot, babe."

At the same, Suguru also dramatically laments, “Oh, if only hate was love and bimbos were smart.”

<< Prequel | Part 2 >>

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estellan0vella · 5 months ago

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Never So Severe ❀ SatoSugu (Requested) Masterlist HFBU

Living with epilepsy is a constant balancing act, but your partners, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto, make it easier. They have been your rocks, always vigilant and caring, understanding your condition better than anyone else. But today, something feels different. The air in the room is thick with a strange tension, one that even you can sense.

Satoru, with his Six Eyes, is particularly attuned to the changes in your brain activity. He's been on edge since morning, his usually mischievous blue eyes flickering with concern every time he glances your way. Suguru is no different, his calm demeanor hiding a well of worry that you can feel in the way he lingers close, as if ready to catch you at any moment.

The three of you are in your shared living room, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow through the large windows. Shoko, your best friend and the school's medic, is visiting. Her presence is a comfort, but even she seems more alert than usual. You're all discussing the recent uptick in your seizures, trying to figure out if there's a common trigger you've overlooked.

"I've been noticing these changes for a few days now," Satoru says, his voice unusually serious. "It's like your brain activity is more chaotic, more unpredictable."

Shoko nods, her brows furrowed in concentration. "It could be your medication. We might need to adjust the dosage or change the medication entirely."

Suguru's hand rests gently on your shoulder. "Do you think it's stress? You've been dealing with a lot lately."

You shake your head, feeling a twinge of frustration. "I don't know. It feels like it's out of my control."

Before you can respond further, a familiar sensation washes over you. It's a strange, almost surreal feeling like your body is no longer your own. Your vision blurs, and you can hear Satoru's sharp intake of breath as he realizes what's happening.

"Suguru," Satoru says urgently, his voice tight with urgency, "it's starting."

Suguru is at your side in an instant, his arms wrapping around you gently. "We've got you," he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm to the rising panic inside you.

The seizure hits harder than usual, your body convulsing violently. You're dimly aware of Shoko barking orders, her voice a mix of professional calm and personal concern. Even though Shoko knows that the pair know what to do, they know it's her own way of coping.

"Hold her steady," Shoko instructs, her tone commanding. "Don't let her hit her head."

Satoru and Suguru hold you steady, preventing you from hurting yourself as your body rebels against you. Suguru's grip is firm but gentle, his face etched with worry.

"It's okay, love," Suguru whispers, his breath warm against your ear. "We're right here. Just breathe."

But this time, it doesn't stop. The seconds drag into minutes, and the seizure shows no sign of abating. You can feel the panic rising in the room, a stark contrast to the practised calm your partners usually maintain.

"Gojo," Shoko's voice is sharp, her eyes wide with alarm when she notices the staggering in your chest, "she's not breathing!"

Time seems to freeze. You can't see their faces, but you can imagine the terror in Satoru's eyes, the fear in Suguru's normally composed expression. They've seen you have seizures before, but never like this. Never so severe.

"Shoko, what do we do?" Satoru's voice cracks, a rare moment of vulnerability.

"We need to get her to the infirmary," Shoko says, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Now!"

Everything is a blur after that. You feel yourself being lifted, cradled in Suguru's strong arms while Satoru clears the way with his limitless abilities, ensuring you reach the infirmary in record time. Shoko is a constant presence, her hands moving expertly as she prepares to stabilize you.

"We're almost there," Suguru whispers, his voice a strained mix of fear and determination. "Hang on, love."

By the time you arrive, your seizure has left you utterly drained, consciousness slipping away. The last thing you hear before the darkness takes you is the frantic yet familiar voices of your partners, their fear a tangible weight in the air.

When you wake, the world is a haze of soft beeping and the antiseptic scent of the infirmary. It takes a moment for you to realize where you are, your body feeling heavy and foreign. There's a slight pressure in your nose, and you realize there's a cannula delivering oxygen, easing your breathing.

"Satoru, Suguru," you whisper, your voice barely audible.

"We're here," Satoru says immediately, his hand gently squeezing yours. His face hovers into view, blue eyes filled with relief and lingering worry. Suguru is right beside him, his usual calm mask shattered, revealing the depth of his concern.

Shoko appears next, her expression softening when she sees you're awake. "How are you feeling?" she asks, her voice gentle.

"Tired," you admit. "What happened?"

"You had a severe seizure," Shoko explains, her tone professional but warm. "It didn't stop on its own, and you stopped breathing. We had to bring you here and give you oxygen."

You nod slowly, the memory of the event still a blur. "Is it...is it my medication?"

Shoko sighs, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of sympathy and determination. "Yes. Your current dosage isn't working as well as it should. We need to adjust it. I'll run some tests and find the right balance for you."

Satoru and Suguru exchange a glance, their worry not entirely alleviated. "Will she be okay?" Suguru asks, his voice uncharacteristically shaky.

"She will be," Shoko assures them. "But we need to be more vigilant. Until we get her medication right, there's a higher risk of these severe seizures."

Your partners nod, their grip on your hands tightening. The relief in their eyes is palpable, but so is the residual fear. This experience has shaken them, the thought of losing you too much to bear.

For now, you focus on their presence, the steady rhythm of their breaths, the warmth of their hands. Together, you'll face whatever comes, just as you always have.

The next few days are a whirlwind of tests and adjustments. Shoko works tirelessly, her dedication evident in the way she monitors your progress, tweaking your medication until she finds the right balance. Satoru and Suguru rarely leave your side, their support unwavering.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, there are moments of light. Satoru's playful banter, Suguru's quiet reassurances, and Shoko's sarcastic humour all serve to lift your spirits. It's in these moments you find strength, a reminder that you're not alone in this fight.

One afternoon, as you're resting in the infirmary, Satoru leans over, his usual confident smirk back in place. "You know," he says, "you really gave us a scare."

Suguru nods, his expression more sombre. "We've been through a lot together, but seeing you like that...it was terrifying."

"I'm sorry," you whisper, guilt gnawing at you.

"Hey," Satoru says, cupping your face gently. "None of this is your fault. We're just glad you're okay."

Suguru's hand rests on your shoulder, his touch grounding. "And we're not going anywhere. We'll get through this, just like we always do."

Shoko enters the room then, a clipboard in hand and a rare smile on her face. "Good news," she announces. "We've found a new dosage that should work. With a bit of monitoring, you should be back to your usual self in no time."

The relief in the room is palpable. You feel a weight lift off your shoulders, the future suddenly seeming a little less daunting. With your medication adjusted and your loved ones by your side, you know you can handle whatever comes next.

As the days pass, you gradually regain your strength. The seizures become less frequent, their intensity diminishing. Shoko's meticulous care, combined with the unwavering support of Satoru and Suguru, makes all the difference.

One evening, as the sun sets, casting a golden glow over the room, you find yourself surrounded by your makeshift family. Satoru is lounging beside you, his arm draped casually over your shoulders. Suguru sits nearby, reading a book but glancing up frequently to check on you. Shoko is there too, her presence a reassuring constant.

"We should celebrate," Satoru declares suddenly, his usual exuberance returning. "A toast to our warrior."

You laugh, the sound feeling good after days of tension. "I'm hardly a warrior."

"Are you kidding?" Suguru counters, setting his book aside. "You've faced everything head-on, with more strength than I've ever seen."

Shoko nods, her eyes warm. "They're right. You've been incredible."

Tears prick at your eyes, not from sadness but from the overwhelming love and support surrounding you. "I couldn't have done it without all of you."

"And you'll never have to," Satoru promises, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "We're in this together."

Together. The word feels like a lifeline, anchoring you to the present, to the people who mean the world to you. As you sit there, surrounded by love and warmth, you know that no matter what the future holds, you'll face it with them by your side.

The ordeal has been a stark reminder of the unpredictability of your condition, but it's also shown you the depth of the bond you share with Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko. With them, you feel invincible, ready to take on whatever comes next.

As the days turn into weeks, you settle into a new routine. The new medication works wonders, your seizures becoming rare and manageable. Shoko continues to monitor you closely, her friendship a constant source of comfort. Satoru and Suguru, ever vigilant, strike a balance between their protective instincts and giving you the space to regain your independence.

One afternoon, as you're lounging in the infirmary, Satoru appears with a mischievous grin. "Guess what I found?"

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "What?"

He reveals a small, intricately carved box. "A surprise."

Suguru, entering behind him, chuckles. "Is it another one of your pranks, Satoru? You know she'll kill you if there's a bug in there"

"Trust me," Satoru says, handing you the box. "Open it."

You carefully lift the lid, revealing a delicate diamond encrusted bracelet, its charm a small, intricately designed phoenix. "It's beautiful," you breathe, touched by the gesture.

"A phoenix," Satoru explains, his tone uncharacteristically serious. "Symbolizing rebirth, strength, and renewal. Just like you."

Tears well in your eyes as you fasten the bracelet around your wrist. "Thank you," you whisper, looking at each of them in turn. "For everything."

Suguru steps forward, his hand resting over yours. "We'll always be here for you. Through every trial, every challenge."

Shoko, who has been watching with a soft smile, adds, "And we'll face them together."

Together. The word echoes in your mind, a promise and a comfort. No matter what happens, you know you'll never be alone. With Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko by your side, you can face anything. And as you sit there, surrounded by your chosen family, you feel a renewed sense of hope and strength, ready to embrace whatever the future holds.

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noroi1000 · 1 year ago

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satosugu with reader who's really popular with both boys and girls like reader is really pretty, kind, kind of flirty and rich, basically the perfect partner. Satosugu is jealous of it since reader flirts back and one of the guys or girls held reader's waist but reader didn't tell them to let go and when they got home reader got into an heated argument with satosugu but made up since reader only loves them and proves it? Angst to fluff/smut?

Popularity=They're jealous

Jealous SatoSugu x popular reader

Summary: You are popular. You have friends who often flirt with you.And this is the cause of their jealousy.

Warning: short NSFW

"Since you're popular and you already have another boyfriend or girlfriend, I didn't expect you to come back."

The words echoed in your head as you listened to White Hair's voice.

This thing hit your heart.

But you don't know why, you had the feeling that he couldn't talk to you.

However, it wasn't next to you no one else, and his face was turned towards you.

"Satoru...?"

"I'm going to ask you a question, (y/n). Do you really think we are so stupid not to see what happened?!"

You jumped as he raised his voice, almost screaming.

Suguru appeared on the corner, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Suguru-."

"It's not like we both didn't see it, (y/n). You can't avoid it." He said, interrupting you.

You widened your eyes as you looked at them.

Why are they so cold to you? What happened?

Have you done anything to them?

You don't know what you did because nothing happened...

So why...

You were really popular.

People liked you.

You had money, you were pretty and nice. And you also had a flirtatious side at times.

However, your advances have always been directed at them.

And there was also one thing. you were very nice to people around you. That's why there was a problem. You didn't push away people who were nice to you and wanted to talk to you.

You clearly said you were in a relationship with two boys.

However, other people have also seen your most attractive side.

And it all made you popular with men and women. Everyone flirting with you.

When they always saw it, you rejected people who weren't them. You didn't flirt back. You were nice, but nothing happened.

Until today, when your boys saw you with a group of friends. And one girl was cuddling up to you, wrapping her arms around your waist. One hand on the hip line.

They wanted to come over there and ask you what was going on. But they saw that you didn't reject the girl who was so close to you.

They were so angry but sad at the same time. They felt hurt. You were their greatest love.

They met a long time ago. But when they met you, they knew immediately that they fell in love with you o

They were even more lucky. You reciprocated their feelings. And you accepted that they were also a couple. And best of all, you agreed to be their girlfriend.

The three of you were together and nothing bothered you.

Because it was enough for you to be together.

And now, all of a sudden they see you when some person is too close to you. Closer than that person should be to you.

It wasn't just jealousy. It was furious jealousy.

Simply put, they were jealous of you whenever you went out with friends.

And now that they have seen what has happened, their jealousy is furious.

This is not how they imagined your relationship. It is not how it suppose to be. This was supposed to be your relationship that you wanted to have together.

And having someone else hug you is not something they want! You can only hug them like that.

"Say, isn't touching someone like that a partner touching?" Satoru asked, looking at you intensely from under his glasses.

"What are you up to?" You started sweating with nerves. When they were like this, you started to be afraid of what they might be up to.

"What are we talking about?" Satoru laughed grimly. "Maybe when I show you, you'll understand."

He walked over to Suguru, wrapping his arms around his waist. With one hand on his hip.

"Do not you understand?"

You looked at their position, and only then did you understand. You clenched your teeth.

It's obvious they could see you and be jealous of what happened to you...

It was heartbreaking that they started treating you like that, even if it was just your old schoolmate.

You were friends before. That's why you could have let her have some cuddles.

Besides, you didn't know they were following you...

Or were they just passing by?

"Satoru, Suguru-."

"How are you going to explain yourself now?" The dark-haired man asked with intense purple eyes.

You clenched your hands into fists.

"You know that feeling when someone you love does something like that to you is mean?"

"She's my friend! It's not what you imagine!"

"Oh, really?" Suguru laughed sarcastically. "Then tell us the truth. If it really is, show us. Or, just show us that you don't care about us as your partners. If you don't care."

You felt your heart break as you heard those words.

Don't you care about them?

you love them!

How are you going to show it to them?

The fact that they accused you so much of it hurt you...

It hurt so much you wanted to cry...

"....I love only you... Do you really think that I would betray you?! I never accused you of such a thing! And you're jealous enough to see a moment of my meeting with my friends, and you already think that I don't love you and I have someone else! This behavior is not normal!" you shouted with tears suddenly streaming down your cheeks.

Their eyes widened slightly when they saw you.

If you didn't regret what you did, you wouldn't cry if they told you...

You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand.

And suddenly you felt warm hands around your face.

And as you opened your eyes to see, you were pressed into Suguru's chest.

His chin on your head as he leaned in.

Satoru wrapped his arms around you as well, resting his head on Suguru's shoulder.

"I'm sorry we said that..."

Hearing those words made your heart soar. But you also felt a wave of tears wash over you. You hugged them as tight as you could.

Feeling their warmth and smell. Wanting a comforting touch from them.

You are theirs and you don't want to change that. They can tag you if they want. Anyhow. As they want.

They can do anything. But you don't ever want to feel that they can leave you alone.

You can't live without them.

They want to make it up to you so much...

They want to apologize to you...

You're the most honest person for them... And they've become jealous of just cuddling...

That wasn't nice of them at all...

It was mean.

They shouldn't feel mean. They should feel that they treated you badly.

The most honest and innocent person who always loved them and showed it to them.

That has never changed. It doesn't change now either... Then why... Why could they be so jealous...?

"Let us make it up to you..."

Words that make you feel good...

Internally and externally. Mentally and physically.

They took care of you at home, giving you your favorite food and entertainment. Hugging you constantly. kissing. Apologizing to you. You smiled at them, stroking their cheeks.

Letting them touch you more. Deeper.

Letting them massage your skin and leave marks on you.

Pleasure and touch you like no one else can. Only they can touch you like that.

Satoru's fingers inside you, moving at a pleasant pace. Suguru's fingers on your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive, wet part of your body.

Pinching the pink bump between his thumb and forefinger.

As their other hands grabbed your thighs to spread it out more.

Listen to your grunts of pleasure.

And both of them, envious of losing what they have, have bitten into your bare skin, marking you with their teeth.

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todorokies · 1 year ago

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A LONG WALK - satoru gojo & suguru geto

✩࿐ a midnight summer stroll with your companions stirs certain emotions regarding self doubts & nostalgia . . .

contents: sfw, polygamous satosugu x reader (can be perceived as platonic or romantic), gn!reader, fluff & angst with some comfort, 1.3k words

a/n: based off of this fanart … pls support me by reblogging my work !!

the chilled summer breeze flows melodically through the air and finds its way swirling into your skin, arising small goosebumps on your exposed arms. you should’ve taken suguru’s advice into consideration by wearing a light cardigan for your midnight outing instead of leaving with a simple tank top.

albeit taken back by the breeze, you couldn’t be truly bothered by it, allowing the gentle wind to cascade your face caressing you softly like an embrace. with closed eyes, enjoyable fragments of your childhood flashes before your eyes with each rippling gust of currency.

your mother taking you to your first hanabi festival, getting your face painted with unique spiral patterns, the colourful loud sparks of light illuminating the sky as children’s laughs and adults’ excited clamours follows along with each firework.

your chest begins to rapidly ache by the supposedly fond memory, causing palpitations on your fragile heart. your innocence got unrightfully taken away at such a young age being forced to slave the rest of your life away to the occupation of a sorcerer, something you still haven’t come to terms with.

despite the roaring traffic in the centre of the city, a particular voice is able to pull your mind out of self imprisonment.

“a penny for your thoughts?” satoru appears standing by your side with two popsicles in one hand —one that is wrapped and the other unwrapped, presumably his.

you playfully scoff, reaching for the wrapped popsicle and satoru takes a seat next to you on the bench; your face must’ve been in clear discomfort for him to ask. “keep the penny, it’s nothing serious.” you attempt to wave off his concerns.

he nudges at your elbow, “if it’s causing you to look like you’re going through a midlife crisis on a park bench then it’s definitely serious, cmon spill it.” his words are lighthearted but voice is woven with sympathy.

“where’s suguru?” you dodge his inquiry “and you got me the shittiest flavour, really? nobody likes grape, you should know by now i’m a cherry type of person.”

satoru throws a complex glance your way but decides to not push it any farther, “he went to the convenience store to pick up some ingredients. i think he wanted to cook us beef stir-fry this time? not sure though.”

you hum in acknowledgment finding it a bit strange how he doesn’t press you for more information or your popsicle flavour statement. comfortable silence soon falls amongst you two, the frequent honking of cars and chatting of civilians keeps the streets lively. it’s a nice reminder that you’re never truly alone in such a big city as tokyo.

but alas, the warmth the eccentric city provided could never be enough to rebuild the wall of blissful ignorance you once had as a child. having to lick over the fresh wounds that reopen every time something triggers the painful truth of your inevitable death that will come from this line of work.

you must’ve been zoned out for quite some time because the grape popsicle began to melt and trickle down your hand landing in droplets on your pants.

“‘toru—” you begin but bite your tongue unaware of where to even start in your pursuit to find answers to calm your erratic mind.

“what does nostalgia feel like to you?” a stupid question indeed, as you watched satoru’s face twist and turn trying to either make sense of it or formulate his answer.

he soon replies, “it usually hits me in the face at the weirdest times, but when it does, it’s a bittersweet feeling that makes me glad i was able to experience it when i did.” he shrugs, licking at his almost-done blue popsicle.

“oh.”

“was that not the answer you were looking for?” he frowns, peering at you through his sunglasses.

“no, it’s not that, whenever i feel nostalgic it’s a gross gut wrenching feeling that seriously makes me ill. i hate it.” you truthfully express yourself.

“well, there’s no right or wrong way of feeling nostalgic, it just stems from how intense you feel about that specific memory.” his words flow casually as if this topic was second nature to him.

you huff, “since when did you become so insightful and wise?” you attempt at a joke to lighten the dull mood.

he laughs. the type of laugh where his snowy white hair bounces rhythmically with each chuckle that emerges from his throat “oh stop that! i’ve always been big brained with knowledge.”

another fit of comfortable silence washes over until you felt the urge to break it, “y’know, sometimes i wish i could live in the past forever… the present is too painful at times.”

satoru demeanour falters as an unfamiliar emotion glistens in his eyes then disappears shortly after. his eyebrows furrow causing creases in the middle, he nibbles at his bottom lip with a visible hurt expression distorting his face, “are me and suguru not enough for you?” he immediately regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth.

satoru isn’t religious by any means, but he’d like to thank whoever is higher above for making it possible that you and suguru have crossed paths with him. you both complete him and give him a sense of purpose to continue what he deems he does best at; protecting. satoru prefers to live in the present with his loved ones, not the past. hearing those string of words from you caused a small pit in his stomach to erupt.

your eyes widen, “no! that’s not what i meant—”

“sorry for the long wait, i had trouble deciding if i should buy teriyaki sauce or we should just make it ourselves.” suguru comes into view from the sidewalk with a grocery bag in hand and a popsicle in the other. his eyes dart between you and satoru, already sensing unspoken tension, “everything okay?” he quirks an eyebrow up.

“yup!” satoru responds with obvious faux glee. he stretches his legs then proceeds to get off the bench taking a quick peak in the grocery bag, “took you long enough though, we were gonna turn into skeletons soon.” he flicks suguru’s forehead then scurries off like a mouse farther down the sidewalk to avoid getting his foot stomped on.

you join suguru by his side to journey back to campus. he briefly recalls his sightings that included a newly opened karaoke bar and hydrangeas are finally in bloom having seen them on his way to the store.

“you should talk to him when we get back, let him cool off for a bit,” he refers back to satoru. his minty breath fanning against the shell of your ear, “i will, don’t worry.” you send a tight-lipped smile his way.

the walk back is peaceful. the breeze from before turned into clouds of humidity, grasshoppers chirped loudly replacing the buzzing traffic that has now quieted down, assuming everyone else is calling it a night as well.

suguru takes out his phone to check the time mumbling curses under his breath once he reads three-thirty-five am, “we should hurry back before yaga kills us.”

his words trigger something in you.

“do you think we’ll be able to survive in the long run?” you suddenly blurt out. your voice shakes as you attempt to shove the forming lump in your throat down.

context isn’t provided but suguru has a hunch of what you could be referring to. the air around gets thick and the world stills as he carefully thinks over many ways to respond to the difficult question with a simplified answer.

“i think—” he pauses, and glances over at you to see your glossy eyes reflect in the moonlight and his heart crumbles at the sight.

at the end of the day, you were all still children forced into a wretched society that measures self value to strength and was either discarded by the horrors that walked among this earth or the adults in charge of the hierarchy.

“i think we should just protect who we can and cherish our possibly limited time together.”

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stnexus · 1 year ago

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thinking about…a little weekend nap with satosugu!

general audience — fluff

satosugu x blk!fem!reader

warnings: l-bombs, pretty chill

with the recent ep. and chapters. i need this, WE need this. established poly relationship between satosugu + reader

names used(?): baby, princess, lover(s)

word count: 650+

the distant sound of birds chirping and and playing about in the trees was one you had grown accustomed to every weekend. it was the one time where everything was perfect. no responsibilities, no stress. there were three thick blankets padding the ground of your fenced back yard, the sun was covered in a flurry of clouds — stopping it from hitting you directly. a slight breeze in the air shook the leaves on the trees.

with a book in hand, you lay on your stomach your mind barely grasping the words in front of you as your eyes threatened to close. the book slowly slipped from your single handed grasp, landing with a slight thud next to you. hearing the crunching of grass under the weight of someone’s feet you didn’t even attempt to move. already knowing it was just one of your lovers. it was like every part of their being had been engraved into your memory.

“well don’t you look comfortable,” gojo’s voice rang through, you didn’t have to open your eyes to know a little smile played at his lips. you forced your eyes open though, tilting your head up and taking a glimpse at the man standing above you. his white hair swaying gently. grey sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips, and a black tee baggy covering his lean build.

“hey ‘toru,” you attempted to smile drowsily, “i feel like i’m about to fall asleep actually.” your confession was pretty much obvious to gojo as he moved to sit on the blankets, slender hands moving to gather your splayed out braids and wrap them in a temporary bun. the hair tucked into itself for security.

“we can take a nap together,” gojo spoke softly, his blue eyes tracing your face — white lashes framing them beautifully. “sugu is inside reading. i’m sure he’ll probably join us at some point.”

a hum of agreement fell from your lips as you moved closer to your lover as he laid down. moving somewhat underneath you, gojo laid your head on his chest, fingers gliding along your clothed back. one of your legs as hitched over his waist, and in no time you caught yourself drifting off again as the birds chirped.

it was only a matter of minutes before geto had made his way outside. his hair pulled into a messy bun, some strands loose and framing his face. the gray basketball shorts that he wore moved with every step and so do the white muscle tank that he wore. as he neared you both and took in your sleeping forms he felt his heart swell.

the sight was the most gorgeous thing to him. his two partners cuddling and fast asleep with not a care in the world. the bit of sunlight escaping from behind the clouds highlighting you both perfectly.

“you two would fall asleep without me,” he mumbled jokingly to himself as he began to lay on the blankets as well. geto wrapped an arm around gojo’s waist, and maneuvered himself with his head on the other side of his chest. his face right across from your own. reaching over he glided his hand gently across your cheek and paused as you stirred in your sleep.

“hey, suguuu baby…” you called out half asleep. the way you knew who was who without opening your eyes was always astonishing to them. something that drove them crazy about you.

“hey princess, go back to sleep,” he spoke as his hand continued on with its motions. the brown skin of your cheeks smooth under his fingertips. “i was just joining you two. ‘noticed the house got quiet.”

a hum sounded out as quietness began to envelop you all again. geto was sure you were asleep again, until he heard you speak in a mere whisper. sleep playing at your voice as you didn’t move an inch or attempt to open your eyes.

“i love you two.”

“and we love you too baby,” geto responded gently.

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divinityandfanfics · 4 months ago

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“ I Am The Moon ”

DIVINITY

a/n: this hit me physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually and biblically

blurb: “gojo’s message to geto.”

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WARNINGS: satosugu as its own warning , angst , immense levels of angst , mentions of death

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i am the moon.

i’ll say it with my whole chest,

i am the moon.

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“the strongest, satoru gojo! the first gojo, to be born with both the six eyes and limitless in atleast 500 years!”

i heard that phrase a lot.

“the strongest,”

“satoru gojo,”

i was treated like a king.

a god amongst men.

jujutsu society needed to keep up with me.

ever since the day i was born.

i found it funny,

humanity was counting on me.

i didn’t really have any purpose to live,

except for killing curses,

until you stepped into my life.

my bestfriend,

though,

i wish we had the chance to be more than that.

i hope that somehow, you can read this.

somehow.

we were the best,

the strongest.

we were the perfect duo.

you balanced my cockiness,

and i balanced your lack of confidence.

we both have intense communication issues.

even though we differ in a lot of topics,

it was like we were made for each other.

like we were meant to be,

set in stone.

set in the eyes of fate.

i can still smell your scent.

are you here?

we were supposed to share everything.

you were my light,

my guide.

even if you probably don’t know,

i appreciated you.

i enjoyed your company.

you know,

i wrote a song about you.

i titled it, “where our blue is”.

because, you know, back then i could only use blue.

haha.

but,

hopefully, one day you can listen to it.

hopefully.

i will always have a part of you with me.

sorry for that hair strand of yours i took,

i couldn’t help it.

i want you to be with me always.

i think about you all the time.

i kept your hair strand in a small box.

you know, i was gazing at the moon today.

and i realized.

i am the moon.

i’ll say it with my whole chest,

i am the moon.

i realized that, the moon,

the moon has two sides.

the illuminated side, and the dark side.

everyone seems to forget about the darkened side, and focus on the bright side.

how the moon has the bright side, and a side that is bound to eternal darkness.

an eternal void of nothingness.

it’s very similar to me,

the bright side of mine is my looks, strength and confidence.

because of how bright it is, everyone seems to forget about my other side.

but you,

you noticed it.

you noticed it, and lit it up.

i didn’t think much of it back then,

but as days faded away,

and the curse of me being different from you grows,

i realized that,

the absence of your light affected me all along.

now that you’re gone,

no one is there to shine a light on my dark side.

when i met you again at tokyo jujutsu high after a decade,

i lightened up a bit.

do you know that?

i’m facing off against sukuna today.

i just got out of the prison realm.

this will determine if..

maybe, one day, we will meet again.

maybe, one day, we will have the same fate.

or, if that day could be today.

i’ll write it here, in case i lose.

i love you, suguru.

more than just a bestfriend.

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no1rengokufan · 10 days ago

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Suki's Entrapment

I never post on here 😞😞 but. I have an old tidbit from my Satosugu love child, so.. here.

Idk what tw this count as — maybe gore?? I dunno and don't really care !!

"Prison realm. Open."

It was late in the day in Shibuya— there was a cold breeze, the sun hidden by several clouds. Though, the chill in the air was not even close to being Suki's largest problem.

Suguru Getō stood before his son, or at least the husk of what used to be Suguru Getō. A cold sneer spread across his face, his eyes dull with a sheen of malice.

"I do apologize. It's a shame to seal away a child as young as you, Suki. Perhaps I will release you in a few millennia... then you'll be willing to cooperate, hm?" The man spoke calmly and clearly, but he sounded nothing like Getō. Getō wouldn't talk to Suki like that. No, he couldn't.

If Suki wasn't struggling against the fleshy grips of the Prison Realm, he might've jumped on Getō and hugged him so hard that he broke a rib or two. Alas, the child couldn't, he was stuck on his knees, his entire body slowly being consumed by the mass.

"No, no no no, please no." Suki begged, shaking his head from side to side. His sunglasses fell and shattered into pieces, and he let out a quiet sob. Those sunglasses— he got them from his other father for his birthday. His birthday last week, actually—

"Oh, no no. Stop struggling. You're wasting your energy." Getō tutted, wagging his finger. The prison realm continued to slowly shrink, inch by inch consuming the teenager.

"Dad, please!"

Both Suki and Getō froze at the cry that escaped Suki's mouth. Dad? How..peculiar. Getō's smile dropped for a moment, only to return with an even harsher grin.

"Dad?" He asked, stepping forward and placing a finger under the teens chin, making him look up. "I am not your father, child. He's long dead."

Suki shook his head vigorously, tears escaping all six of his eyes. "Uh-uh! Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh!"

Getō tsked, parting his bang and undoing the stitches on his forehead. He lifted up the top half of his head, exposing a brain with a..strange, rectangular mouth on it. A clear liquid began to drip from where his brain was exposed, trailing down his face and even entering his mouth. He had a psychotic expression on his face, clearly enjoying taunting the child.

"My name is Kenjaku, foolish one. Your 'dad' is no more. I have no use for this conversation. Goodnight, Suki." Getō— no, not Getō. Kenjaku droned, snapping.

"Prison Realm. Close."

Suki let out a cry, his flesh stretching and tearing as he was forced into a cube similar in size to a building block.

"No, wai��" His voice was cut off as the Prison Realm fully engulfed him. He opened his eyes to find himself in a dark void— nothing on any side of him. Not even a floor. He was just free-floating in the abyss.

He put his head in his hands and brought his knees to his chest, sobs freely escaping him. Being there was painful, and Suki wanted nothing more than to be out of this hell. Internally, he knew he wouldn't get out. He knew it could be millions of years before he was released or died.

And so, the child merely sobbed for his father. Suki longed for the feeling of Gojō's arms around him— the feeling of safety. Deep down, the child in him still called for his daddies. For the men that had created and raised him.

He had an eternity to beg for the release of death. It had already felt like hundreds of years had passed as Suki cried, though it had only been a few days at most.

Clang.

What?

Clang.

What was going on?

CLANG.

What is that godforsaken noise?

Thump.

Suki, curled up into the fetal position, fell from the prison realm, hitting the ground with a thump. All of the sudden, every single sensation of the real world flooded his senses, sending his brain into overdrive. Suki could hear the blood pumping in his veins, the chattering of hundreds of people as they questioned him, the tweeting of the birds, the wind blowing softly in his ears. He could smell every little thing, from his own tears to the shampoo of everybody present. He could feel the sun beating down on him, the wind blowing against his torn clothing, his self administered wounds reopening from the sudden movement.

Worst of all, he could see. Suki could see the sun, blindingly bright after 6 months in the prison realm. Everything blurred together, from the white hair of his father to the pink hair of Yuuji. He could've sworn that there was a voice calling his name, but who knows? Maybe he'd finally snapped inside of the prison realm.

"Suki."

He ignored it, hoping the voices would go away if he ignored them.

"Suki."

Yet, the voice persisted. More tears dripped from Suki's eyes.. of course, his brain had to make it sound like Yuuji.

"Suki!"

He finally opened an eye when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh, gods, you're alive." Satoru pulled his son into a tight hug, Yuuji joining it seconds later. Suki remained completely still. Was his mind still playing tricks? Was this real? No, no it couldn't be. The prison realm was inescapable. Right?

All of the teens eyes finally opened, his six eyes observing the area around him. There was a large crowd, maybe 50 people? All of the Jujutsu Higher-ups were there. Instead of this making him believe it was real, he just slouched into himself. Of course. He was reliving his best and worst memories.

Suki's vibrant irises were covered by his eyelids once more, and three words fell from his lips. They were dull, monotone, like he knew it was a fact but wished it wasn't.

"You're not real."

For Satoru, time seemed to stop. Had he been too late? was this his child anymore? Where did.. where did the shine in his eyes go? The joy?

For Yuuji, everything began racing. How could he convince Suki this was real? Would he ever be able to get Suki back? Had his boyfriend entered a state of no return.

Satoru and Yuuji spoke in unison, though Satoru spoke like he couldn't believe it and Yuuji spoke like it was consuming his every waking thought. "Suki, this is real."

The boy shook his head. He felt like a shell of what he used to be— how could anything be real when he felt this.. horrid.

Rather randomly, a large, white dog pounced on Suki and began licking his face, slobbering all over the teen. He opened his eyes, pushing Miko away, who promptly hit him. He yelped, pulling his hand away.

"Miko! Bad!" He scolded, and the big dog rested his head on Suki's lap.

A flash of white blinded the boy, and Suki found himself sitting in a room next to his father. When he tried to get his attention, he was ignored.

"We need to get him out of there soon."

"How? The prison realm is inescapable, even for Suki. Even for me!"

"I can do it."

Another flash of light, and he found himself face to face with an angel.

"Child." She spoke, reaching out a hand to the boy. "You're free of the realm. Greet your family."

Another flash, and Suki found himself back where he'd started, on the hard concrete, held tightly in Satoru and Yuuji's arms. Finally, he raised his own and wrapped them around his dad and lover.

"I missed you." He whispered, breaking into tears. For the first time in six months, they were happy.

THATS ALL THANKS !! I have more stuff for my. Various other OCS but I might talk about them later

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu geto #jujutsu satoru #gojo satoru #jjk satoru #jjk #jjk oc #jjk oc x canon #itadori yuuji #yuji itadori #jjk itadori #suki Geto-Gojo #no1rengokufan #jjk oneshot #jjk fanfic

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gothsuguru · 10 months ago

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KAIRO MY BELOVED im breaking in again w cookies and flowers 🍪🍪💐💐 for u!!

i was gonna thank u for ur rb in the replies but my comment got too long 😭😭 U ALWAYS SAY THE SWEETEST THINGS I JUST WANT TO THANK U PROPERY…. 💔💔 but also!! while im here!!! tysm for ur tags on the gojo fics 🥺🥺 i dont want this to get too long phshdjs it will but i appreciate literally every single one of ur words & i always agree w ur stsg takes u just Get them… im especially happy that u enjoyed the poly fic hehe u & satoru are suguru’s babies so true!! he loves u soo much <33 told me to give u a kiss on the forehead from him <333

anyway THANK YOU SO MUCH <33 for ur tags on the sugu fic everytime i see u in my notifs i giggle and kick my feet genuinely. IM SO GLAD THE SUMMER VIBE HIT …. i listened to uncomfortable while reading ur tags what a banger AND IM SOOO HAPPY U LIKED DRUNK!SUGU he’s so special to me…. ”papabear turned babybear” NO EXACTLY u always get it…. AND WAHHH U NOTICED THE 3S????? ur so observant and thoughtful im so touched 😭😭😭 it always feels like you’re a scientist and my fics are lil fish that you’re dissecting under a microscope lmao IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY <3333 i cant tell u how overjoyed i am that the ending hit too!!! seriously!!! i was a lil worried that i made it too sappy so that felt so reassuring 🥺🥺

in conclusion TYSM FOR BLESSING ME W UR THOUGHTS mwah mwah MWAH i hope u have a lovely day kairo!! pls invite me to the wedding when u marry sugu <333 ill bring u gifts!!

ARI PLEASEEEEEEE WHY ARE YOU THE MOST SWEETEST PRECIOUS ADORABLE PERSON ON THE PLANET I’M IN TEARS 🥹🩷 the way you always connect w people & be so kind to them… sniffles just know I Would Die For You <3 & THE GOJO FICS & POLY!SATOSUGU FIC LITERALLLLLLLLY REWIRED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY……… literally felt like i was IN the stories it was insane in the best way possible 😭 A SMOOCH FROM SUGU YOU SAY??? a kiss from a bad bitch like him is literally all i want in life thank you legend

AHHHHHHH LISTENNNNNNN THE DRUNK!SUGU FIC WAS SO FUCKING SWEET LIKENDNDDNND literally had ME giggling twirling my hair kicking my feet etc……… & YOU LISTENED TO THE SONG??? 🥹 uncomfortable is one of my favs and it always gave me evening summer vibes so when i listened to it while reading your fic… oh it just hit SO good <3 seeing sugu’s soft sensitive side was so precious 2 me i feel like i don’t often see that in fics and WHEW you did it so well <333

AND THE THREES I’M SO FOND OF THE THREES!!!!! omfg not me in my kenjaku shoko dissection era……… methinks kenjaku & shoko would love to dissect your brain (massive compliment) bc the way you think of & write your stories…… oh just DELICIOUS. & YES THE ENDING WAS PERFECTTTTTTTT!!!!!! literally the perfect amt of sap it actually felt really cozy :’)

ALSO THANK YOU SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH FOR YOUR TAGS ON THAT LIL TEASER SNIPPET IT LITERALLY MADE ME SO :’) as i was writing it i was like damn this shit is choppy as hell smh BUT I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE SERPENT FANGS & REMORSE DISCERNING WHERE TO RESIDE HEHEHEHE <3 your tags made me feel so much better so thank you again :’)

THANK YOU FOR BLESSING US W YOUR FICS LIKE OMFG??? JUST BANGERS EVERYTIME HOW DO YOU DO IT??? i get so excited whenever you come out w a new story it’s like christmas morning fr <3 AND OFMFMDMD TRUST that you’re invited to mine & sugu’s wedding <333 you can bring shoko as your plus one <3 I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER I HOPE IT’S AS WONDERFUL AS YOU ARE :’) MWAH MWAH MWAH <3

#asks #also fank yew for the cookies & flowers i’m Munching on them as we speak <333 #AGAIN TYSM FOR ALWAYS BEING SOOOOOO NICE YOU JUST HAVE THE BEST ENERGY ILYSM 🥹🩷🥹🩷🥹🩷#MWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH <333 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰#ari tag <3

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sunmoonjune · 2 years ago

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okay first i have read your satosugu fics and the pacific rim fic one you’re so RIGHT I CAN SEE THE SIMILARITIES esp with yizhi and suguro also with how they seem so gentle and kind n smiley but when it comes to the ones they love they’re on it to jump whoever is threatening them!!

(also i’ve realised as anon i’ve said it a lot but not as 📚 anon so i have to mentioned i am literally IN LOVE with your writing you’re so talented and amazing and spectacular seriously!!)

second for the hozier nfwb i can definitely see wooyoung as one of them that would probably protect her but also i feel like in the slight future jongho would because he seems more of an acts of service person and he would consider going cray cray protectay for anyone who thinks about hurting bug

and also lowkey i can just imagine as she mostly works defensively rather than offense wooyoung would protect her from the injured eye side and they’d like work together in battle and understand each other v v well because they’ve already picked up on each others habits while fighting so they know what to cover from the other persons weakness

- 📚 (ALSO also i just finished iron widow by accident i was just gonna read like a few more chapters then i see the acknowledgments…? it finished so quick?? was a good read though!)

yes haha!! I absolutely wrote gods and monsters after reading half of iron widow xD I was just so into the universe that I couldn't help it,, I needed my own satosugu au hehe :3 and I'm weak for the seemingly sweet and gentle characters that are secretly pretty dark and protective of the ones they love <3 suguru is a little more silly than yizhi I think since he and satoru are pretty much menaces but I still think they're pretty similar xD

(also thank you so much omg <33 I'm so glad you like my fics,, it means the world :')) )

and yes yes!! I absolutely think wooyoung fits 'nothing fucks with my baby,' like first for seonghwa in the beginning, and soon for bug ;D (I mean y'all are gonna see in the next chapter if he really fits the lyrics I guess hehehehe >:DD <- that's me laughing maniacally)

but oooooo I hadn't considered jongho before but that totally makes sense,, he's def an acts of service person, and I think he absolutely would go off the rails if someone hurt bug or atz (and we will see more of jongho and his love languages in the future too, we'll hit a jongho centric chapter soon ;) )

NOO STOP I'LL CRY :')) woobug fighting together absolutely happens like that,, woo def covers bug's blindside and makes sure she doesn't get hit there - she fights defensively, and I think at first woo will cover for her in terms of offense, but I also think he wants to teach her how to protect herself :') he knows partially how she feels and wants her to be able to know that she can fight for herself (and for others) when she needs -- they def understand each other in battle very well (and we'll see more of that soon too hehe)

I'm dropping so many spoilers here omg xD

(I have a few chapters left of iron widow!! I'm very excited to finish, but I'm also dreading it because I love it so much :') I've never found an actual healthy polyamorous relationship where everyone is actually in love with each other in books before so I am savoring them while I can :')) -- the closest I ever got to poly couples was the infernal devices trilogy by Cassandra Clare,, I desperately wanted will, Jem and Tessa to all be together </3 )

#moonie speaks #gods and monsters #like the moon #moonie's anons #moonie's 📚 anon #like the moon spoilers

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ohimsummer · 1 year ago

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PASS AND PLAY

— minors dni, smut, clit stimulation, car sex, satosugu x reader, fem! reader, some fucked up Suguru, overstimulation, creampie, smoking weed, pet names (angel, princess), mentions of oral [m. receiving], dumbification, objectification if you squint, explicit language, light facefucking, I got lazy proofreading this, also idk shit about smoking so if it’s inaccurate no it isn’t <3

wc 2.2k

For someone who’s never smoked before, you’re high pretty fucking often. Suguru and his blasted, secondhand smoke that always permeates the room and leaves it reeking of weed or whatever it is he’s lighting up this time. A familiar vapor that always overran your inexperienced lungs and left you coughing and choking. But you really can’t help being around Geto when he smokes, not when he looks so fucking hot doing it.

Suguru reclines further in the leather seat, hacking out thick puffs of smoke as your tongue grazes the sensitive underside of his dick. You make eye contact with his skeptical gaze, body tucked into the space beneath the driver’s seat and legs swaying idly outside the open car door.

A groan erupts from him when you trace over the same spot. His long locks droop over the edges of the seat, some wet and caught in drops of sweat that’s been left behind on the leather. “F-fuck you, come on, angel,” he mutters more to himself than to you. “In the middle of m-, shit, my hit, sweetheart?”

Guilt is evident in the kittenish giggle you hum around his cock. Fingertips wander over the dark cloth of his lowered sweats, up his legs to rake your nails over Geto’s bare thighs. You figure you shouldn’t be the only one suffering here. It’s not your fault that the ache of your pussy was getting worse by the second. It’s all Suguru’s fault for coming to pick you up from work looking as alluring as he did, even more so for smelling like weed in the first place. Just a whiff of it had raunchy images lined up in the forefront of your brain. Damn you, Suguru Geto.

“F-fu–uck..,” comes another strained groan, and you’re proud of the crack at the end of his voice. Geto’s fingers entangle further through your hair; He stills your head and rams the back of your throat. The way he makes you into a fleshlight sends an intense throbbing straight to your clit.

Grunts muffled against the back of his hand, his hips begin to stutter at his loss of control. “Fuck-, I’m cum-, cumming, angel–!”

You barely have time to react before Geto shoots his load into the depths of your throat; the comforting warmth of your mouth is like home for his cock, and he’s hesitant to leave. The pressure in your head vanishes instantly when he releases your hair, and Suguru’s arm goes limp across his stomach. Tongue darting over flushed lips, he sneaks a peak at your cramped form below the steering wheel. Just the sight of you is enticing: your cheeks shiny with tears, face tinted a shade darker, and drool trailing down your chin. Blood rushes to his dick and has the appendage twitching right back to life.

“Up here, baby, c’mon.,” Suguru pants, and tugs at your wrists to move you onto his lap. He reaches around to toy with your underwear, head properly fucked up from the weed and the soaked feel of your panties.

“Please, Suguru..” you whine and lay against his chest, humping your dripping cunt over his thick fingers like a bitch in heat. “Really need you inside me now…”

Geto is barely there, this is getting to be too much; Just the way you desperately grind against him, your needy, puppy-dog eyes, the drugs, the wetness of your pussy spilling onto his fingers. He rubs idly through your panties at your swollen bud and prods at your leaking hole, then hooks two fingers into your panties and yanks them to the side. Suguru clumsily aligns himself with your clenching hole before effortlessly plunging his cock into your wet warmth.

You both moan from this delicious sensation. Geto always stretches you out so good, like he was made to fit so snugly in your cunt. And for Suguru, the feeling of your gummy walls sucking in his cock and holding him there was just another thing he could get high off of in the moment. He was infatuated with you, you and this sweet pussy you possessed. He’d die before he ever grew tired of this feeling.

The two of you are too caught up in each other to notice what this looks like from an outsider’s perspective. The vehicle gently swaying to the sides, not to mention the still-open driver’s side door allows the sounds of your lovemaking to easily seep out into the surrounding air. Though Suguru’s parked at the very back end of the lot, it’s a miracle that no one notices such an obscene display. No one you two should be concerned about, anyway.

Someone rips open the car door, and in pops none other than Gojo. He plops down in the passenger seat and shuts the door; fingers lowering his sunglasses, he takes in the ongoing activity in front of him.

“Aw, boo!,” Gojo whines. “I’m stuck in a meeting while you two are out here having fun without me? How cruel.”

Suguru ignores him. You try your hand at giving your other boyfriend a proper greeting, though you think Geto is purposely speeding up his thrusts just to make the task all the more difficult.

“Sa-, ah–!, Sato-ru! M-missed you, babe!”, you manage to sputter out in between cries and thrusts and Geto abruptly biting your nipples through your shirt.

Gojo readjusts in the seat so that he’s somewhat facing you two. “Oh, really? Seems like you’re doing just fine without me, princess.”

And you want to argue back with him, but Suguru’s got an iron grip on your waist and shit he must be close because he’s hammering against your sweet spot like he’s fucking mad at you. He looks so pretty, so ethereal with both eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed, and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

Satoru let’s out a dramatic sigh, not-so-subtly palming the bulge under his slacks. “It’d be nice if a certain someone could also say hello to me since I know he’s missed me, too.” And he ends it with a pouty ‘hmph!’ just to get the point across.

Geto’s shirt bundles between your fingers where your hands are balled into fist on his chest, and desperate whimpers fill his ears as he bounces you in his lap. He can feel your swollen clit knocking against his pelvis with every feverish thrust and every time you squeeze around his cock so much harder. He’s so fucking close, if only Satoru would shut up and stop ruining his high.

“Someone,” Suguru grunts, “is busy here, in case all six of those eyes couldn’t tell.”

“No, they can tell very well.”

Geto’s mind is racing from the drugs and your pussy and the scent of Satoru’s cologne and the oncoming feel of his second orgasm. You sob Geto’s name in his ear, and God it just pushes him agonizingly close to the edge. His eyes squeeze painfully shut; Suguru doesn’t know what to focus on. “W-will you just shu—!”

Satoru’s leaning over him now, so close that his presence is intoxicating. The smirk on his face is wide and eager, and he closes the distance so their lips brush. “You’re close, aren’t ya, Suguru?”

Geto is embarrassed that just Satoru uttering his name like that is the final nail in the coffin. He slams into you one last time, both of you letting out synchronized moans, and Geto is pumping you so full it’s starting to gush out of your cunt. Your pussy overflows, so stuffed with cum that it piles up at the base and oozes down your thighs.

“Oh, shit.” Satoru hangs his sunglasses on the rear view mirror, right next to a pink pair of your own. He wants to say more, but those blue eyes are mesmerized by the mess you two have made. Gojo doesn’t think he’s ever gotten this hard so fast. It’s a surprise he didn’t cum in his pants just from the sight alone, but trust, he was getting there.

Gasping for breath atop Suguru’s chest, there’s a strong tugging on your arm. It takes a great deal of strength just for you to turn your head, and you’re met with an impatient Satoru trying to maneuver you over the center console.

“C’mon, my turn!”, he’s basically begging. Even over the battering of your heart in your eardrums, you can hear the neediness in his voice.

“Satoru,” you wheeze. “Wait a s-“

A cry of surprise interrupts your plea as Satoru manhandles you into his seat, now hovering above you. He makes quick work of yanking his dick free from its strained confines, the tip rubbing against your clit and already pushing you into overstim territory.

“Satoru, please-“

“Please, what, princess?,” he croons against your skin, layering kisses down to your neck.

Your mind is being turned to mush; you can barely get your thoughts into cohesion let alone portray them in a sentence. “Ju-just, just-“

“Come on, I’m all ears.” Satoru hoists himself upwards his forehead rests against yours. The deep rumble of his voice sends electricity up your spine. “Spit it out, baby.”

His tip pokes at your entrance, and all that escapes your throat is a feeble squeak. You can tell he’s having a little too much fun without even having fucked you yet. “Aw, Suguru, I think you broke her.”

The other man rasps out an exhausted laugh. He’s already lighting up again. “My bad.”

“ ‘S all good.,” Gojo teases his tip in and out of your needy whole, relishing in the way you try and suck him in further each time. “I might as well fuck her the rest of the way up.”

Satoru moves swiftly, taking your breath away rough hands pushes your knees to your ears in the confined space of the passenger seat, and then sinks his throbbing length to the hilt in your pussy. Your pleasured cry is music to both men’s ears.

“That’s it.,” Gojo slams his hips into yours, quickly sending you towards your second orgasm. He nibbles along your collar and lands a sharp bite right on the sensitive part of your neck. “Fuck yeah, take it like a good girl.”

Suguru can’t help glancing at the event next to him, eyeing the concoction between you and Satoru: his cum, your cum, and Satoru’s pre all mixed together in your pussy, and his dick hardens as he watches strings of the fluid connecting you and Satoru together. And the sounds, God, the downright filthy sounds of wet skin slapping against skin, of Gojo’s dick sliding in and out of your sloppy hole still spilling over with a mess of gooey cum.

Suguru closes the door and starts the car for just a moment to crack his window, and then takes his newly stiffened cock in his hands. His thumb massages over the tip, smearing beads of precum over his hardened length as Geto revels in the sounds and the smell of sex and the high of weed; it overloads his senses and turns him on so fucking much, all he can do is hump senselessly into the heat of his own hand.

"Mmph, fuck, ha-having fun over ther-e, Suguru?", Gojo laughs between grunts and moans and over the cries of pleasure he drives out of you.

Your next orgasm comes unexpectedly, and pours out around Satoru's cock where he's still battering your pussy. Nails dig into his shoulder, your flailing toes curl while he continuously ignores your pitiful pleas to slow down the tiniest bit.

"Satoru, slow dow-down-!," you keen into the crook of his neck. "Please, ah-, please, too much..!"

And it's Satoru Gojo, so of course he responds by pounding into you even harder. If no one could tell what was happening before, they surely could now with the way he was definitely fucking you hard enough to rock the car back and forth.

Gojo cums; his voice cracks as he lets free a trembling moan, and your oversensitive pussy clenches hard to milk his cock dry of cum. There's so much, too much and your cunt is bursting with their seed. Your clit throbs against Satoru's groin as he grinds a few more weakened thrusts into you, afterwards collapsing onto your body.

"Done with her?"

Your lids flutter open to glance at Suguru, where his cock hangs limp in his hand and there's spurts of cum dripping down the steering wheel. Satoru's crushing weight makes it infinitely harder to catch your breath and regain any sort of energy, but you find it in you to give him the lightest of shoves in the most pathetic attempt to get him off you.

Gojo shuffles over onto one arm to give your body a bit of leeway. He breathes a sigh, thumbs rubbing languid circles into your thighs. "Pft. Of course not."

Your hole spasms at the implication of his words, and you can feel a sloppy mess push its way out. Suguru waves his own pre-rolled blunt in the air, and shoves a cumstained paper towel into his pocket to throw away later.

"You got until I finish this.," he smiles at Satoru.

And now the white-haired man is hovering above you again with a malicious grin and a hard dick weighing heavy over your abused cunt. "Heard."

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L♡vey Letter.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 3,5K.

𖦹 content: mean doms!satosugu, unprotected sex, m! masturbation, nicknames, humiliation!kink, cum play, satosugu are both in their early 20s, cunniligus, clit play, hints of corruption!kink, overstimulation.

𖦹 pairings: skater boy!satoru gojō x fem!reader x skater boy!suguru getō.

ᥫ᭡. this is for 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁; collab by my pretty lovey @fueledbysano! ♡

"Oh, look who's coming!", his blue eyes looked at you over his glasses as you approached and one arm elbowed Suguru in the ribs to get his attention.

You looked like a little angel as always. With those always starched dresses they always liked to see, with the slits that stood up when a strong wind breeze hit your body, and your hair in a well-done ponytail, but not too tight so as not to damage your locks, fastened with a pretty bow that matched in color, but not in tone, your dress that went to just above your knees. And they, on the other hand, looked like the same old mess: Getou's hair was tied up in a not too high bun with two strands on either side of his forehead while Gojo's was lazily combed back so it wouldn't fall over his glasses while he was walking down the streets of Tokyo or Shibuya on his skateboard.

"You're such a cute little thing today, Y/N", who spoke this time was his brunette friend and you looked away like you hadn't heard him right, "Oh, got it, you still want to play hard to get?"

"I came to give you guys something!", you said, taking the small bag you always carried with you off the shoulder and opening it to take the envelope that a girl who knew you were one of the few girls who talked to that problem duo had asked to give to them, "A girl asked me to give it to you guys."

Gojo's eyes fell on your delicate hands, but the one who ended up taking the envelope was his friend after letting his own skateboard resting on the ground beside the two of you.

"Have you become other people's carrier pigeon now too?", he asked in a teasing tone and opened it as you crossed your arms and muttered a 'Hmph!' before answering, "I'm just doing her a kindness, you guys should try being kind sometimes too, it doesn't hurt or anything if you ask me!"

"But, with you, we're pretty gentle, don't you think?", Satoru asked leaning over to pry what was written on the love letter over his friend's shoulder and opening a bastard smile as he finished reading, "You little girls always prefer the bad guys, don't you?"

"Not me, don't include me in that", you replied realizing the long seconds it took Getou to analyze the little envelope only to ultimately crumple it up and throw it on the ground like it was trash, "Hey! Don't do it! She did it out of love for both of you.”

"Tell her we have no interest in her, then", he replied kneeling down to pick up his skateboard again and place it under his arm, "You should already know we have no interest in other girls", when he finished speaking, they both exchanged two accomplice looks; Satoru looking at him over his glasses and Suguru doing the same, but under his bucket hat.

"I– You're the worst, you both", you spoke irritably before turning away and preparing to go home.

The reality was that you had met that girl by chance while you were going to an ice cream parlor with your own friends and felt sorry for her trying to explain to you that she liked those two boys who cared about very little besides their own lives and... well, you. It wasn't as if the three of you were friends: far from it, but you had known them longer than you could ever remember and almost all your memories of high school and early college revolved around them like Saturn and its rings.

Your parents were not the biggest fans of Suguru and Satoru, since they considered those two boys to be influences to be avoided and you understood this completely, since not a few times rumors about how they only hung out with some questionable people to say the least bubbled up around the neighborhood. They were pretty much the opposite of you and that was why neither of them could not find themselves loving it when you gave even the slightest bit of attention to one of them, so much so that most of the conversations of the two of them in message chats were about how 'you looked adorable in those dresses', 'you looked gorgeous wearing that new gloss they gave you as a present'; the only difference being that as time went on the innocent compliments they used to write gradually turned into fantasies of having you completely at their mercy being a slobbering mess with legs spread and slick running down your thighs.

"Want to go after her or...?", Getou asked in whispers to his friend next to him.

"You think her parents are home today?"

The two of them exchanged friendly, cocky looks again before they both looked at you and realized that you were moving further and further away, always with an air of elegance that would never fail to captivate them.

“Why? You wanted to see which panties she’s using today?”

“I can’t tell it to you, it’s a secret”, Satoru answered before placing his own skateboard on the ground and silently telling his friend that the answer to his first question before was positive.

It was the first time they could see you without being surrounded by the safety net of your friends who treated the two of them like animals that needed to be caged and making the most of it was the only thing permeating Gojo's mind the moment the two of them propelled themselves to start moving on their skateboards in the same direction you took.

And they only didn't take you by surprise when you turned right around a corner because you heard the sound of the wheels and turned back to face them over one shoulder.

"Stop following me, this is such creepy behavior from both of you", you said before you looked straight ahead again and pretended that they weren't still following you with their skateboards down the car-free street.

"You're being so mean now with us, dove, 's it because I threw away that little letter?", Getou asked with a sideways grin as he used his right foot to keep adjusting the speed used and you rolled eyes before opening the mouth: "I don't care about that thing, but you guys shouldn't be like this with girls like her, she's sensitive"

"And so we are, tsk", Satoru replied, "And yet you're still so mean to us, I bet if we sent you a love letter like that, you'd crumple it too", when he finished speaking you looked at him almost as if you were shocked and offended, still not stopping walking.

"I’d never do such a thing like this! I have manners, unlike you two."

The mocking giggle they both gave you made you feel the shame flow through your veins and shy for the first time in many years of knowing the two of them. It seemed like they always knew how you were going to react and were always two steps ahead.

"We bet you have good manners for sure, darling”, Satoru replied and the two of them continued to follow you with their skateboards until you got home and stopped in front of it with arms crossed over the breasts and a frown.

"Honestly, what d’you want today, huh?", you reached for the key to open the door and as you saw them get off their skateboards and place them leaning against the side of the house entrance, you understood that they really thought you were going to let them in, "No way you guys are goin’ to come into my house, who d’you think I am?"

"What kind of questions are these? You told us you had good manners and not even an hour later you're already threatening to kick us out of your house?", Getou asked raising one eyebrow and you swallowed hard.

"M-My parents..."

"Are not home, we can see it", Satoru completed the sentence for you and shook his head toward the door, "Don't you trust us? We promise we won't do any mess.”

You looked from one to the other. You could feel that they already had something planned for the rest of the day and a mixture of apprehension and anticipation began to bubble up inside you and send a shiver down your back unhurriedly. It was the first time you were going to be alone, completely alone, with the two of them and that was exactly what was making you apprehensive and, even if you wouldn't admit it, curious.

"What if my parents come home while you're here?", you asked, opening the door as calmly as you could without letting the hand shake because they were staring at you.

"We can hide under your bed or in your closet and then go out the window of your room", Getou replied looking at the window that guarded your room behind you and you sighed heavily before letting them in and closing the door.

"Wow, pretty house!", Satoru spoke raising his sunglasses and looking around before walking down the hallway and eventually finding the living room, where he threw himself on the couch lazily and took off his jacket to leave it on the table.

"Don't do a mess, Satoru, and don't sit on my couch like this either", you spoke up placing yourself next to him and waving at his heavy boots being placed on the edge of the table and he frowned before facing you and speaking, "It's a couch, I can sit however I want, no?"

A heavy sigh came out of you and the next second you were picking up each of his heavy, long legs and placing them away from the table. It would have been an easy, innocent task, completely without ulterior motives on your part, but Satoru took advantage of the moment of having you so close to him to thread his fingers through the edge of your dress and pull your body suddenly forward to make you lose your balance and fall onto his. All while Getou came closer, stood beside his friend's legs and brought hands to the back of your dress to lift it up.

“W-What the fuck d’you–”, before you could complete the accusation, Gojo clamped one of his hands on your cheek to squeeze them together and make you stand still.

"What kind of language is that, hm? You using 'the fuck'? This is not how a good girl like you should be using the words, 'm I wrong?", his tone made you think you were dumb and Getou's hand sliding down your panty-covered ass to reach your folds scared you to the point where you tried to close legs around his friend's hips.

"I think she lied when she said she has good manners", Suguru spoke up and stared at Gojo with a suggestive look before the two of them turned your body away without caring about you wriggling to try to gain some kind of control in the situation.

Just then you were sitting on Satoru's lap, above his dick that started to get hard the very moment he walked through your doorway, with legs spread shamefully in front of Getou, your dress being pushed up and one hand of the man behind you placing itself at the base of your neck to pull you to lie completely against his chest.

"S-Stop, you two! This is so–”

"Embarrassing?", Suguru asked massaging of your inner thighs before using both thumbs to do the same over your clit, his eyes fixed on the way slowly and gradually your entrance let more and more of your slick wet the bottom of your lacy undies, "Yes, that's why it's so good"

You tried to close legs feeling your walls tighten around nothing, your armor against the two of them slowly crumbling with just a few touches on your needy clit. It was the first time that Getou was touching you, but he seemed to do it in a much better way than yourself still over your panties and without even realizing it right, your hips tried to move against his fingertips trying to get a little more friction.

You hated yourself for the first two seconds for giving yourself up so easily, until Gojo's lips latched onto your neck and began to distribute kisses and nibbles across your skin.

"She's getting soaked wet, Satoru", Suguru spoke with a smirk on lips before leaning down and leaving a wet kiss exactly over the middle of your panties, "Is it okay t'you if I taste her pussy first? Won't you get jealous?”

"You can taste her first if I get to fuck her first", the platinum man replied and you tried to stifle a moan upon hearing his words, but the way your legs trembled a little more didn't let you lie, "See? This pretty good girl is all eager to have a good dick inside her, I think we should just fuck her dumb and let her drippin' cum for the rest of the day"

Getou denied with the head already getting on his knees and pulling your panties down so he could finally see your dripping pussy and throbbing clit, always waiting to be sucked or licked.

"It'd be such a shame if I didn't give her at least some licks before you ruined her pussy with your lewd cum, 'Toru", you felt Gojo chuckle against your shoulder and the next second his friend's warm tongue licked its way slowly up your folds, calmly exploring your pussy and moving from your entrance to the clit to finally suck it and give you some of the sexual relief you so desperately needed.

Maybe it was the fact that you shouldn't be doing this, or rather: letting him do this, that made everything better, more delightful, more forbiddenly pleasurable. It was so good to feel Satoru's cock getting harder and harder below your ass while his lips ghosted over your neck and his hands played with your tits until your nipples were hard, it was even better to be able to watch Getou making a mess between your legs with little slurping sounds coming to your ears and one hand going up and down around his dick using your wet panties wrapped around it.

Every time he lifted his eyes to face you with his mouth still busy on your pussy, you felt yourself about to cum and tried to cling to Gojo's arms for fear of falling forward. It was almost surprising when you actually ended up cumming all over Suguru's glossy lips and your body didn't need to be held in place, the only thing that forced itself up was your hips and your head fell back as you moaned his name out loud and didn't see the violent way his shaft twitched against his fingers and your panties.

Satoru swore he almost would have cum if he hadn't been so focused on doing this inside your pussy and, holding onto that thought, he pulled you up just enough to be able to unbutton his pants quickly, lower them along with underwear and be able to immediately let his cock slam against your sensitive folds.

“She’s all so sensitive now, I can feel she throbbing against my tongue”, Getou whispered pulling away and pulling your hips up to help Gojo place you on his dick ready to sit on it and take it to the base, "She may even cum again just by having you inside her, that’d be so cute, you can do this, can't you, dove?", he asked staring at you and pulling your face to be in front of his.

You blinked a few times, trying to reason about what he was talking about. Your climax had messed up your entire mental state and had you reduced to a tight wet hole begging to be used, so your first response was to nod the head and moan; moans that got even louder and more breathless as Satoru's hands pushed you against his cock slowly, making you feel every vein and inch until his tip kissed your soft cervix and pushed you back into another orgasm that made you teary-eyed as your vision clouded over for long seconds.

"Fuck her through her orgasm, 'Toru, I wanna see her all ruined by the end of it", Getou spoke still holding your face and watching Gojo hold you by the waist to keep your body still as he began to thrust himself into your pussy so small it almost made him wonder if you could take him completely.

"Fuck, she's goddamn tight, perfect cocksleeve for real", he spoke breathlessly with hair sticking to his forehead, the smell of sex beginning to permeate the entire living room walls of the house and the wet noise coming from where his dick was connected to your pussy making Suguru's shaft leak a little more, "Gonna leave her and her tight pussy with the shape of my dick by the end", you groaned at the thought and tried to concentrate on anything other than your walls milking him; if you came again before he did, you wouldn't be able to look at them again without feeling ashamed of yourself.

And your perfect distraction came in the form of Getou pulling your face forward and kissing you hungrily as he took one hand and brought it to his dick, guiding you through the up and down motions to pump it at almost the same rate Gojo used to pound inside you.

"P-Please, 'Toru, can you– just, ngh, c-cum inside me? I-I need it, you, your cum, inside me", you never thought you would be begging him to breed you, let alone how he would look at you with such lust the very moment the request left your lips; you had no idea how long he fantasized about you riding him and begging for every drop of his cum while he was daydreaming through the streets of Tokyo on his skateboard.

There was nowhere else he would end it all. He knew that and it became a fact as soon as your walls tightened more when Getou rubbed your puffy clit, his cock twitched even more and his cum was filling you to the brim as another orgasm was extracted from inside you. But the nice feeling of having his veins pulsing and his tip gushing out in piles was short-lived: soon after, Suguru was pulling you up to take Gojo out of your cunt and replacing that long dick with his fatter one, inevitably causing all the liquid inside you to be fucked even deeper.

"You can gimme just one more, can't you, dove?", he whispered against your ear and you tried to deny it with the head, even though it felt so good to have him moving in and out of you quickly, not giving you time to get your thoughts together and making you just be the dumb little girl they wanted you to be, "Oh, don't deny it, I know you can, don't you have good manners?"

Just then, two of his fingers were rubbing your clit, walls clenching even tighter around his shaft and Gojo's cum leaking even more down your legs. It was easy for Getou to slide in and out of your pussy after his friend had really finished keeping you wet and it was even easier to end up cumming deep inside your tight pussy and mixing his cream with his friend's in a complete, big mess.

The little slurred "Fuck" he moaned against your ear made you collapse against his arms in yet another orgasm and you swore you were seeing stars as your mind broke into a thousand little pieces. And just then Gojo pulled your body back and left you sitting as gently as he could on the couch before giving you a little kiss on the cheek.

"You’re such a cute thing even when ruined, we're so lucky to have you", he said before running hands through his hair in an attempt to tidy it up and getting up to start putting on his own clothes.

"Good girls are always a good fuck, she's the living proof of this", Getou spoke before reaching for your panties which were still wet in a mixture of his pre-cum and your slick; they were placed back between your thighs, even though both of them were leaking from you, "Good job, dove, we–"

His speech was interrupted by the sound of something turning. Something turning and the jingling of keys that were not yours coming from outside the door of the house. Satoru and Suguru immediately looked at each other as if telepathically saying "Time to go" and you desperately started running to collect your own clothes without saying anything to them.

Your parents were home and had probably already seen his skateboards by the door.

And the two of them, before opening the living room window and putting on their pants, pulled you by the wrist so that they could each give you a quick kiss that barely tickled your lips. You pushed them both away and ran up the stairs to lock yourself in the bathroom, the excuse of taking a shower beginning to form in your head as those two boys jumped through the window frame.

But, Satoru Gojo's jacket was still decorating the table in the living room.

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