#got hit with satosugu from one side

[plutoids-thoughts]

I sobbed so hard in the theater today, and I’ve never ever cried for a movie in theaters like this. Thank you Tom Hardy for this trilogy and bringing them to life on the screen. Venom and his love for Eddie, and Eddie’s love for Venom was a beautiful and bittersweet note to end on and I actually don’t think I’ll recover from this guys 😭😭 IM GUTTED LITERALLY FUCKING GUTTED OH GOD THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH

What is grief, if not love persevering

[suguru-getos]

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.

[satorusluver]

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.

[k-martins]

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!!!!

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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

[chocochipsushi]

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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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.

[noroi1000]

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.

[todorokies]

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.”

tags: @tokyeoi @satocidal @yunymphs

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated <33

[mullermilkshake]

Twelve days of fluffmas

One the fifth day of fluffmas, my true love gave to me...

Yakuza!SatoSugu being iconic and adorable.

Day Six

Yakuza!Suguru x Wife!reader

Tags: Yakuza AU, Yakuza!Satoru's POV, fem!reader, fluff, Christmas antics, cuteness overload

"Now, if my wife asks you what we're doing in the garage, you say..."

Satoru looked at Suguru wide eyed. Not that he was afraid to be caught in a lie, or that he wasn't sure that he'd remember the line Suguru fed him. It was that he didn't want to be on your bad side should you find out.

"Nothing. We're doing nothing by guy stuff and painting the swing set you got for the girls for Christmas."

Suguru nodded. "Good, she should believe that because I couldn't get the right colour I wanted. Yeah..."

Bright pink. Suguru was able to locate bright pink spray paint for the swing set and had actually been working on it longer than he'd actually stated.

Because he was actually working on his gift to you. And for some reason he needed Satoru's help. Though it was more of just a look out.

"But can't I just be the look out guy inside? She's just made sweets and Nanako and Mimiko will eat all of them. She makes the best sweets man-"

"No, I need your help here. Knowing you, you'd say something to mess it up because you know Miguel is coming over to pick something up. You always have to mess around with him."

Messing with Miguel was a highlight of Satoru's day at times, he just got under his skin so much that he was surprised Miguel never tried to punch him. The man had more patience than he thought.

"I promise I won't say anything to mess up your cute little present for your wife, but it's cold and draughty in here and I'm freezing my balls off."

"There's no draught. I opened the garage door a little and secured it."

What? "The hell you mean by 'opened it a little'?"

Suguru shrugged and fiddled with the canvas sheet in the corner. "I had to keep it cold in here so she wouldn't come out by chance. You know how she is."

He knew exactly how you were. How intimidating your presence was when you grew suspicious of whatever dumb shit Satoru had pulled Suguru into. There wasn't much he was nervous about, but you were one of them.

"If she finds out what you're hiding she'll hit the roof, Suguru."

Looking over his shoulder, he watched the door leading back into the house. "Just watch the door, I'll worry about my wife. Just tell me if you hear her coming."

Satoru slumped his shoulders and wandered over to the door just like he had done the last few times. He leant against the wall with his head close to the door and pulled out a candy from his pocket to suck on whilst his friend did whatever he was doing.

Suguru fiddled with the canvas sheet once more and pulled it away from the corner of the room, revealing a canvas underneath. It wasn't just a piece of painted art though, it was more of a collage. A big one.

Everything he collected without you even realising was a talent in itself. A pile of memories from the moment Mimiko and Nanako were born, until this year. Paintings, dinky little hand and footprints and locks of hair with one of their first little curls.

It was pretty cute.

"Never thought I'd see you get this creative when it wasn't kicking someones ass, Suguru."

"I bet in some point in your life you'll want to do stuff like this. But I must admit, it's pretty soothing."

Satoru shrugged, he didn't have the patience for it to watch glue and paint strokes dry. "I'd rather go out and do karaoke. Which is what we should be doing this close to Christmas."

"We will once I add more to this, I don't have long left to get it finished and framed. I can't get any done at night because she's a light sleeper and whenever she's out of the house and I'm here with the girl's, I can't just let them in here."

That little fact got Satoru chuckling. "Because they'll snitch you out to the warden, huh?"

"Don't let her hear you say that or she'll kick your ass," he sifted through some little photographs and fiddled about with a few on the canvas.

"I know she would."

Satoru did not doubt for a second that you'd give him a run for his money. He remembered what you were like when he met you all that time ago and even then you were a force to be reckoned with.

"What do you think?" Suguru stepped back and wiped away at the little blob of glue on his finger.

"It's cute," Satoru approached the canvas and studied it. "You did great, man."

He patted him on the back and watched Suguru take his hard work in. Boy, he'd come far. Satoru remembered Suguru coming out of the hospital with the twins in his arms and the softest smile upon his face.

Twins. A surprise for the two of them in the delivery room. And Satoru was right there waiting.

He could admit that it tugged on his heart strings a little. Now the girls were absolute trouble, took clever for their own good and took right after their mother. Who by the way was heading towards the garage door.

"Suguru?"

Satoru looked at Suguru and he did the same. Frozen on the spot with the collage in full view of the door. They both moved in sync, flapping about the room and throwing up dust sheets and masks, Satoru threw a spray can to him and in time, Suguru began spraying a pole of the swing set strategically placed on the floor just as you opened the door.

"Could you help me-" you stopped and watched.

It must have been Satoru's posture, crouching and watching a full grown man spray pain a pole when he really should have been doing the same.

Suguru pretended to notice you come in and pulled off his mask. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I just needed you for something but it can wait until later- Satoru what are you doing?"

Shit. You noticed he had nothing in his hands, just his thumb and forefinger pinching his chin as though he was admiring a piece of art.

"Me? Oh, nothin'. My painting finger got tired so I let Suguru take the lead here."

You eyed him suspiciously. "Your painting finger got tired?"

"Mhm," it sounded utterly stupid, but for his sworn brother it was a hill he would now die on.

Suguru wiped his face and pulled the mask off completely. "I can come and help you right now. Satoru can finish this off. Right, Satoru?"

"Yeah, actually I can just use my other hand. It's no big deal."

It was like you just knew. "You two are up to something, aren't you?"

"What? No." Satoru shook his head and went along with Suguru's smile.

"Nothing at all."

You watched Suguru. Then Satoru. And right back to Suguru. "Come in when you're cleaned up, dinner won't be long. You both better eat before you go to the Karaoke bar."

"Yes, Dear." Suguru looked away under your gaze and exhaled when the door closed.

Satoru blinked slowly. "Is she psychic or somethin'? How the hell does she know we're always doing stuff we shouldn't?"

Suguru huffed with amusement as he got to his feet. "Because we get up to all sorts of dumb shit all the time. She must really have a sixth sense to it all by now."

That much was true. Dumb stupid shit that was hilarious. You seemed to put up with it and Satoru didn't know why, though he had seen the immature side to you plenty of times.

They say opposites attract yet when it came to you and Suguru, it was like you could have been identical.

Sort of sweet when he thought about it.

Now. With the collage hidden and stowed away for another day with out you realising, Satoru prayed there were still some sweets on the dining room table. And if Miguel arrived already, he better not have eaten them all in spite of him.

Or Satoru was really about do some dumb shit.

[tastybluesprite]

Snow

Yet another Satosugu fic!!! I’ve been obsessed with them so much lately lollll. It snowed where I live so it inspired this fic. Hope you like it! Also made it so it can be seen as a ship or just casual friends.

Warnings: None aside from tickling and tooth rotting fluff, so if that makes you uncomfortable or it’s not your thing feel free to just keep scrolling.

Summery: Geto finds out what happens when you try and start a snow ball fight with Gojo.

“Suguru! Suguru it snowed!!!” Gojo cried excitedly as he pointed to the window of his friends Jujutsu high dorm room. Geto groaned as his eyes fluttered open.

“Ugh… Satoru do we really have to do this now? Todays a day off and I want to sleep.” Geto mumbled, trying to role over.

“Not today!” Gojo explained. “Suguru Geto you are getting up and getting your tired ass dressed now! I want to go out!” Gojo whined as he tugged at the blanket Geto tried cocooning around himself.

Eventually the black haired teen sighed. “Alright. Fine you win. We’ll go outside.” Geto said in resignation. God Gojo was all too much like a puppy who needed a walk. Geto couldn’t help finding that honestly a little adorable.

Geto kicked Gojo out so he could change, putting his hair up in his usual man bun.

They pulled on their coats and Geto followed an exited Gojo outside.

“Gojo be careful. It’s icy out here.” Geto warned as Gojo hopped along the court yard happily.

“Stop being such a worry wart…” Gojo said trying to assure him as he enjoyed the feeling of walking in the snow.

Geto just stood there enjoyed the feeling of the snowflakes on his face as Gojo started trying to build a snowman.

“Hey Suguru you gonna help me or what?” Gojo asked witha. Grunt as he struggled to roll the now heavy snow ball.

Geto huffed out an exasperated chuckle as he joined him to help push the slowly growing snow ball.

Unfortunately they pushed too hard because the snow ball started to break apart, and due to the force of pushing, they both fell to the ground in the snow.

Satoru was too busy rolling on the floor and laughing at the silly situation as Geto huffed.

“It’s not that funny…” He said with a frown.

Gojo then pointed to Getos face as he kept laughing. “Th-there’s snow all over you…” Gojo managed through his hysterical giggling.

Geto looked down to see snow all over him. He the shot a lighthearted glare, making a smaller snow ball and throwing it at Gojos face.

Gojo was taken by surprise when the ball hit him and his laughter stopped abruptly.

“Oh you little…” Gojo then shot his own playful glare as he made his own snow ball and threw it back to Geto.

Soon it got physical and they were pushing and kicking at one another.

The two grunted and groaned as they landed blows to each other. At one point Gojo accidentally jabbed Getos side, who let out a small shriek and flinched back.

Gojo paused, stunned at what just happened, then slowly smirked.

“What’s this Suguru…? Is somebody ticklish?” Gojo teased, going for another poke.

Geto backed away on the ground, which they were both still on, throwing his arms up In defense.

“N-no… no no no, Satoru don’t you dare!!” Geto protested, his voice sounding more frantic as Gojo got closer.

Gojo was smirking only wider as his fingers wiggled in his face. Soon he jumped up and pounced on him.

“W-wAH! YOU MOTH- AHHahahaahaha!!!” Geto unfortunately was interrupted by high pitched laughter as Gojos hands snuck under his jacket and found his sides. Because his hands were basically trapped under his coat, Geto was pretty much stuck. He squirmed and writhed around on the floor as Gojo towered over him more and more.

“Awe so you are ticklish! That’s adorable!” Gojo cooed as he watched his friend laugh uncontrollably and squirm around.

Soon Gojo made his way up and into his ribs as he massaged his fingers against the sensitive bones. Geto squealed out and his laughter grew.

“G-GohOhoHoHOHOhojohoho!!!!” Geto cried as he tried pushing his friend off him uselessly. “Th-thahahahats COHoHohold!!!”

Gojo only smirked more. “Oh really? Let me warm up my hands then…” he went farther up and stuffed his hands into the quite warm hollows of his armpits.

Geto shrieked as he began squirming more violently.

“GEHEHET OUHUHUT OHOHOF THEHERE!!” Geto screamed out in his laughter in his frantic and desperate struggling.

Gojo kept it up for a bit, tickling wherever he could reach. He then went down to his friends hips, gently kneading them.

Getos laughter became hysterical and soon he was near silently laughing, kicking his legs desperately as he desperately pushed against Gojos hands.

Gojo chuckled and soon stopped, allowing Geto to breathe.

Geto stayed like that on the floor and Gojo burst into more laughter.

Geto just lay back on the ground, panting with exhaustion. His eyes wide with a bit of shock. Geto soon frowned and shot a glare at his white haired friend.

“Geto y-your face is all red!” Gojo cried out while giggling. It was true. Getos face was flushed a bright red color. Wether it was from the laughter or embarrassment who’s to say. Geto would claim it was just the cold.

The back haired teen just rolled his eyes and grinned. “Alright then Satoru. Why don’t we make your face red too? Your my friend so it’s only fair we match…” Geto smirked as he wiggled his fingers slowly.

Gojos eyes widened as he quickly got up and bolted, the two starting a game of chase, with Geto gaining on him.

Soon the two were tumbled the the ground and laughing as Geto lunged at Gojo, his fingers aiming to tickle any spot they could reach. Gojo cackling wilding under him and his arms and legs flying around wildly trying o squirm away and fend off his best friend.

It’s safe to say they had a lot of fun. Geto soon figured maybe the cold wasn’t so bad after all.

Thx for reading ❤️

[chefbaby4505]

Sneak Peak 🤭

I occasionally write fanfiction- mostly raunchy, nasty, smutty, drool-worthy fanfiction. Enjoy this from my A03.

Btw, I have no idea how to user tumblr properly soooooooo 🤷‍♂️

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Satosugu~

The constant ticking of a clock somewhere in the distance, pepper-colored footsteps lightly tapping the floors as people moved their ways to and from each office building. The time couldn’t go by any slower as Suguru sat lazily at his desk, his legs kicked out in front of him, crossing at the ankles. His arms rested lightly against the pads of the supports on the chair, and he ran a rugged hand down his face. He was a mess, to say the least, he was in a situation he seemingly couldn’t get himself out of.

Frustration, pent-up sexual frustration, to say the least- caused by one man that worked along side him- one man he desired for.

The door to his office swung open; the knob hitting the wall with a slam, making him lazily, but angrily look at the door to unleash hell’s fury out on whoever just disturbed his last few minutes of work, although, when he looked up he was met with an ocean, seas splashing in a push-pull motion. Those sparkling orbs staring at him filled with unshed tears. Suguru couldn’t help let the anger that fueled his body disintegrate as he seen the taller but slimmer boy silently let tears pool his eyes.

Calmly but curtly, he got up and gently ushered him in, softly shutting the door behind them, with a light click, unlike how it was open.

“Satoru..” He softly muttered, as the dusty white-haired boy pushed his head into Suguru’s neck. Warm, wet tears fell into Suguru’s shirt, soaking it, his skin becoming damp as well.

Suguru held the other man close, as close as possible, trying to calm him down. He soothingly rubbed his back, strong hands gently rubbed in circles.

Satoru had ended up only being sniffles and eye rubs after a while. Suguru made his way back to his desk. Satoru now was sitting on the couch Suguru had in his office, sipping on some apple juice that he had gave him.

“Now,” the dark-colored hair man spoke up, making Satoru’s glistening eyes stare right into him.

Suguru gulped loudly. Probably loud enough for Satoru to hear. The softness of the lanky man’s facial features, the brightness of his eyes that had just got done crying, and the feint red in his cheeks. Suguru wished he was the one to make him cry with his cock shoved down his t-

Suguru cleared his throat and hummed, shaking his head at his thoughts, and waited for a reply. The man across the room fidgeted with his nimble fingers, his face turning even more beet-colored when thinking about why he even made a mess of Suguru’s shirt with his tears in the first place.

“I- um,” he trailed off, now the tips of his ears becoming a deep shade of pink.

Suguru watched intently, studying his every move, he had an idea of what was making the lankier man frustrated, by the tent that was visible from his pants.

Suguru sighed, his hands reaching above him, stretching and letting out a small groan as his shirt came untucked and his stomach showed a little. He knew what he was doing, and he was going to enjoy it and take his time.

“Look at me,” Suguru stated firmly, getting up from his chair and standing in front of the misty-eyed man. He wanted to ruin this man. He wanted to make him cry and beg to get more, to feel more. He wanted to leave bruises on his hips and marks up his chest.

“Now,” Suguru continued, “why is such a pretty man like yourself crying?” He questioned, his tone full of flirtation as he lifted Satoru’s chin with his thumb and index finger. “Hmm?”

If Satoru was standing he definitely would have fell weak in the knees, the thought of his boss calling him pretty boy making his body hot all over. His skin felt like lava. And he felt the only way it could be cooled is if the stocky man in front of him touched him. Anywhere. Anything. He just wanted his touch.

Satoru took a shaky breath. “I can’t take it anymore I want- no need you, I’m so tired of walking around acting like I’m not attracted to you. Some of the others were giving me shit about it and it made me upset.” His tone got louder as he continued on, showing he was at his breaking point. Suguru would cave, and end up breaking him further.

Suguru let out a half-hearted chuckle, walking away from the other man, making him think he was leaving, a feeling of embarrassment soon started to pile in Satoru, but was soon distinguished as he heard the click of a lock.

“You didn’t think I was leaving did you?” Suguru’s hot breath hit the back of Satoru’s neck, a chill ran down his spine, and he squeezed his legs together, not going unnoticed by the man looming over him. “Keep them open baby boy, this is what you wanted right? Why you was a crying mess earlier?” Suguru made his way on the couch, setting Satoru in his lap, and forcefully spreading his legs open with his own.

Satoru gasped, the heat he was feeling started to spread like a wild fire, and he couldn’t help a whimper that escaped his rosy lips.

Suguru was beyond turned on, but he wanted to savor this, and tease the man until he was a whimpering, whining mess. “What a lovely sound,” he murmured into the lightly adrenaline-shaken man’s ear. He devilishly smiled against the back on Satoru’s neck, nipping and licking, his hot mouth trailing kisses up and down, sucking below his ear. His skin was smooth. So smooth in fact Suguru was afraid he’d mark it with just a nip.

Satoru gasped, his hands instinctively grabbing onto the bigger man’s thighs that were trapping him in, and his mind became even more wired by feeling the muscles under his hands flexing lightly. The spiky-haired man let out a small moan, his back arching into the bigger man’s chest. Pressed against eachother, Suguru was in bliss having this delicate beauty on top of him, and let his rough, calloused hands travel all over, raising up his shirt gently with his hand, feeling the white-haired boy shiver as his warm skin contacted with his.

He let his head fall back onto Suguru’s neck, relishing in every small touch, kiss, that his stronger counterpart gave him.

Swiftly Suguru turned Satoru around, him now straddling his lap, and brought his face not even an inch away to his, and licked his lips, ‘accidentally’ licking Satoru’s as well. The shiver that Satoru gave did was not blindsided, as Suguru smirked and pushed their heads together in a heated make out.

Teeth gently scrapping on lips, tongues dancing, and soft moans was all that was audible as the two were so focused on each other.

“Now,” Suguru panted, pulling away, “lay back. Let me make you feel good.”

Satoru mewled in embarrassment but also beet red from the nickname and listened to the man’s instructions. In doing so, what seemed like one swift movement, Satoru’s pants and boxers were off, and Suguru’s head went down.

Satoru saw stars. His eyes rolling back, hand trying to grasp at anything he could. Suguru didn’t stay down long as he was now licking his fingers and slowly, teasingly putting slight pressure on the man’s hole under him. “Are you gonna be a good boy for me?” He questioned, slipping a little of the first finger in.

Satoru gasped, nodding his head feverishly. “Yes sir,” he meekly spoke out.

Suguru groaned at the title, loving to be addressed as sir, showing Satoru trusted him. “Good boy,” he praised, his hands traveling all over Satoru to relieve him of any discomfort he was feeling.

Satoru moaned out Suguru’s name as another strong finger pushed into him. Catching Suguru off guard, the tent in his own pants becoming almost painfully tight. He loved the way Satoru’s mouth said his name.

“Say my name again pretty boy,” he stated firmly, grunting as he pushed his fingers in and out, stretching the man so he could take him.

Again his name was moaned, a whine followed after. He whined out needlessly, his face so red from the embarrassment of begging.

Suguru chuckled, and lifted the man placing him over his brown mahogany desk, the cool wood sending chills up Satoru’s body. He squeaked out a ‘cold’.

“Hmm, you won’t be cold long baby boy,” Suguru said, his zipper, pants, and boxers all coming down.

After hearing the zipper, Satoru immediately pushed his ass back in the air, wanting any friction at all, no not wanting. Needing. He needed this man in him.

Suguru placed his hand on the man’s smaller hip, and lined himself up. “You gonna do the work for me baby? Push yourself back onto my cock?” Satoru moaned whorishly, his legs and hips moving back, taking the man deeper and deeper. He was so big, he wanted to cry with how full he felt from Suguru. He took him all the way in, once he hit the other man’s pelvis he brokenly moaned, his hands looking for anything to grab onto. He cried out, “please o-oh so full, please.”

Suguru groaned, the tightness was unbelievable good, he wanted to wreck this man. He used both hands to level himself on Satoru, slowly picking up the pace, his body becoming steamy. “Fuck, so tight for me, aren’t you Satoru, such a good boy,” he praised him as he started going faster but not yet enough to make the smaller man break.

Moans and whines, gasps of air, all left the his mouth, “h-harder please sir!”

Suguru grabbed Satoru’s shoulder, bringing him back to chest to him, also making his cock go deeper into the man.

“OH - o-h my g-god so deep,” Satoru moaned as he shook in blinding pleasure.

“You’re such a pretty little toy for me,” Suguru groaned out. Satoru whimpered, moaning as Suguru went faster, harder, repeatedly hitting that one bundle of nerves deep inside him. He wanted to cry it felt so good.

When the stockier man started ramming into him faster and harder, like he was trying to break him, is when he started crying out in pleasure. Tears streamed down his face. “I- oh- yes. Oh ye-s!”

“You’re doing so good pretty boy. Taking my cock so good,” Suguru tightened his grip on Satoru’s shoulder and hip, “take it just like that baby boy. I know you can.”

Satoru’s knees felt weak, though Suguru was the one holding him up anyway, so it didn’t matter when his knees gave out, Suguru just rested him more against the desk, Satoru’s hips pressing into it, giving him more pleasure. He was so close, the man above him didn’t let up, hammering into him like if he was trying to break him.

“I- oh,” Satoru whined, and cut himself off with a moan as Suguru grabbed a fist full of his silky hair, pulling him to meet with his now sloppy thrusts.

“You gonna take all my cum like a good little slut?” Suguru rasped out, his abdomen tightening.

“Ahh yes please! Please cum in me oh- please I’m gonna cum-“

“Come on then, cum for me princess,” Suguru grunted out, cumming and filling Satoru to the rim, his seed dripping down his legs. That’s all Satoru needed to feel, to push him over the edge, his eyes rolled back and his legs shook, feeling Suguru’s liquid heat flow inside of him, the pulsating of the bigger man’s cock. “fuck,” he whined , his body going completely limp.

Suguru chuckled, slowly pulling out as the other man lied on his desk in a daze. Suguru wiped the porcelain-skinned man down, and re-dressed him, laying him back on the couch from earlier.

He looked out of the window that was behind his desk, seeing it was already dark. He turned his gaze back to the man now dozing off on the couch. He was fucked. His heart pounding against his ribcage, begging to be cuddled up to the sleeping male.

This was a situation he had gotten himself into. Satoru Gojo was the situation he had gotten himself into.

Literally.

My AO3 - chefbaby4505

[stnexus]

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.

[divinityandfanfics]

“ 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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☆ not like my usual posts

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☆ level 5 or 10 angst

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☆ satosugu

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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]

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

[gothsuguru]

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

[sunmoonjune]

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 )