#i meant riko in the manipulative one

[raehstats]

not be a bitch, yk, but I can picture riko being hot as fuck, maybe I would try to fuck him in hell....

if I wasn't a lesbian...

and if he wasn't a fictional character without an actual face

[sleep-0-deprived]

Hello Dimitri!

I really love your works - especially your yandere oc's and jjk content!- I was wondering if I can put in a request for a poly yandere of Geto and Gojo with a bottom male reader? I want to know how this relationship works when they were in their teens and now that their adults (Geto still choose to be a cult leader, also he does not die. My poor heart cannot handle the heartbreak of Geto dying and leaving Gojo and reader behind ). You can make it sfw or nsfw which either one you like! :)

Ps. Sorry for the long request, it is my first time requesting (0///0)

Two psychos is better than one right?~! (Yandere Geto suguru x male reader x yandere Satoru Gojo) ❀˖°

WC:. 5.7k

Tags: fluff-smut, threesome, spit roasting, poly satosugu, trio friendship, friends to enemies to lovers blowjobs, p in a sex, male on male oral, handjobs, ass eating, anal creampies, Yandere themes, dark content x male reader, dub con, non con, manipulation, drugging, Gojo just gaslighting reader

About: satoru and suguru become friends with male reader ending up in an obsession leading to Geto leaving, even after you split ways with him, he stays watching you from afar despite their separate paths they stay holding their obsession leading to trapping you.

A/N: this is a bit of a longer fic compared to others I’ve I’ve wrote, I put all my effort into this one! After some long writers block I’ve made it back around into writing again <33

Before the Riko incident you became a transfer at jujutsu high, you weren’t really strong nor weak, you were the prime balance of an average guy who just wanted to be in the middle- as long as you helped others then that was fine by you, being well known seemed overrated anyway.

You never thought you’d get between the infamous duo, they were tight knit after all, they were all any jujustu student aspired to be and after all you were just a boy looking to make it through the academy without any complications

If you would’ve known the outcome of transferring to this school you would’ve stayed far away, how did you even enter their lives? You were put on their team as a balance, you were put there to be guided and who was better to guid you than you once upper class men Satoru?

You were put on their missions, it started simple, the three of you going against curses together but you noticed very quickly that your friendship meant more to them than what met the eye. The friendship you thought of as normal or even just knowing them out of same interests turned dark far to fast.

What stool out at you the most was during a mission when you were saving a civilian from a low level curse, after a hour the fight was over and you were clean from any wounds, the man just ran up to you muffling his words between tears grabbing your hands.

“thank you—I don’t know what would’ve happened if you didn’t show up!”

The man hugged you and the next thing you knew you tilted your head and suguru was already pulling him off of you pushing the man away harshly throwing him to a wall of a near by store.

“What do you think you’re doing suguru?!”

You quickly ran forward to him pulling him away from the civilian leaving the man running off terrified, your hands reaching up to his uniform shaking him back and forth while yelling at him. All Geto seems to do is stare blankly like he didn’t care what you did in the slightest.

“He touched you [name], nobody should get up close and personal, unless it’s me or Satoru”

“What’s that supposed to mean? You two aren’t my damn keepers, we are friends Suguru- just friends!”

You look at him offended with your lips pressing in a thin line shoving him back and letting him go, walking off pushing past a confused Gojo leaving him tilting his head looking back at Geto with a ‘what did you do?’ Face.

The next few days to pass you avoided Geto like the plague, only being around Gojo when he wasn’t near Suguru.

Sitting in a café during the weekend with Gojo lifting your drink, the feeling was off and you weren’t the biggest fan of how Gojo kept staring over at you but your dad was pushing you to be more like other boys your age, that’s how you ended up calling Gojo on the water day morning after the incident with Geto.

“You don’t have to avoid him Y’know [name]?”

Gojo breaks the silent looking at you with his eyes rolled forwards under his glasses watching your every move when you take a bite of whatever pastries you made him buy you.

“He’s just so damn possesive Toru- it’s like he thinks I’m his property..it’s just weird”

Gojo just gives a shrug, of course he would. Always sticking up and vouching for Geto like he was some sort of fan boy. What did you really expect? Gojo knew Geto before you, they had an uncanny close relationship and knowing all you know now looking back on it that’s the reason Suguru didn’t mind sharing you with Satoru.

“I think you’re overreacting, he was probably just worried about you, I’m sure he did in in good intentions”

“Yeah, whatever you say Toru”

You shove down a few more bites while Gojo takes a sip of his tea, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched but you always feel that way. Gojo kept trying to bring the topic back to Geto, trying to persuade you two to make up and apologize but you were just creeped out with his actions.

“Come on? He’s our friend [name] you don’t wanna be the one to put a wedge in our trio right?”

Gojo did his best to speak sweetly to you. Trying to convince you, and if that didn’t work then he’d just whine and make you feel bad til you felt like you just had to forgive Suguru. You didn’t wanna be the reason your friend ship fell apart with them right?…

The next day was a Sunday and Gojo had practically done everything but force you to meet up with Geto. Gojo had used the fact he and Geto were on a mission looking after a girl as the perfect opportunity to finally get you three together.

You hear your phone ringing whilst you lay sprawled out in bed, it’s a Sunday morning after all, it’s the last day of your week to sleep in until next weekend.

“Hello Toru..why’re you calling me so early?..”

“I just wanted to ask if you wanted to come and hangout at the beach today? Me and Geto are gonna be watching after this girl for our mission and I really-really want you there [nicknaamee]”

You just let out a small sigh and groggily open your eyes up begrudgingly mumbling back out to Satoru when you hear his whiny voice on the other end of the phone pleading and going high pitch on the nickname he gave you”

“Fine I’ll come but don’t let him act creepy Toru”

After that day at the beach things fell right back in line, you and Suguru had made up, and Gojo was happy, after all his best friends had made up.

Then it went and happened, some assassin had killed who they were protecting- or so Satoru told you. You weren’t there the day it had happened, you were on another mission with your upperclassman Nanami. Suguru wasn’t the same after that point, he hardly talked to you or Gojo- he would just silently space out staring at you.

Then summer hit and when he had came back he wasn’t the same at all, he was cold and distant and snapped at you over the slightest things. If you spent more time with Satoru than him then he’d give you the cold shoulder until you apologized despite your lack of knowing what you did wrong.

“I just don’t understand why you’re acting like this Suguru?”

You walked along side Gojo after school one day following after Geto, your eyes were wide and your lips pressed firm.

“Hey! Where are you goin?!”

Gojo ran faster than you walking forward more when Suguru stops and turns facing Gojo, their argument starts leaving you chiming in every few seconds standing next to Satoru, by the end of their fight Suguru just turns forward to walk away.

“Suguru wait! What the hell are you doing?”

You stand in utter disbelief for what was happening right in front of you— this couldn’t be happening? Your friendship was splitting up right before you and suguru, the boy that was eerily close around you was leaving you now.

You didn’t think you were going to be that affected over the loss but it left you confused on how you felt.

The days following that incident the team had drifted apart but you and Gojo had a newfound closeness but you couldn’t shake the feeling of always being watched, it felt like all eyes were on you even when you were walking through your dorm, that must just be the paranoia that comes with being a jujustu sorcerer right?

By the time you had graduated from Jujustu high, Gojo was already number one, you were happy for him of course as any friend would be. Eventually by the ripe age of twenty you take up a teaching job at jujustu high after a long time of Satoru pestering you to take the job with him.

“If I take the job will you just shut up Toru?”

“Of course I will! I promise [nickname]”

You eventually get tasked over the same team as Gojo, which you found strange. Not that Gojo didn’t totally pull strings to make them place you two together. The teams you were mentoring were names Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi, the boy that Gojo had been watching after ever since he fought with his father- you think he’s the son of that assassin that killed Riko.

The Jujustu world became hectic, not that it was new but it became crazier than usual especially after finding out that Yuji boy had ate one of the king of curses fingers— how was he even alive after that?

Over the years of being a Jujustu sorcerer you had seen and dealt with many things and you couldn’t deny you never thought you’d see Suguru again, not after what he did to his parents- you had just assumed he was gone for good. For some odd reason Gojo never seemed too concerned it felt as though he knew something you never did.

You remember earlier in the day hearing Satoru asking you to take the subway with him later after classes had ended, something about this new place he wanted to take you too and knowing Gojo and his Expensive tastes you had just expected another luxury restaurant so imagine the confusion on your face when you see a old Japanese style parlor.

You walk right in behind Gojo, following confused seeing the dark colored interior and dim lights, non sorcerers walking out of the place wearing matching robes.

“What is this place Toru?”

“It’s just a parlor ran by an old friend”

The way he hummed those words with a smirk made you feel uneasy, this place felt cultic, the purple walls and candles lit around the halls leading towards a pair of Japanese styled double doors, Satoru opens them ushering you inside. Your senses feel different in this room, it smells sweet and all you can do is feel fuzzy inside, were you being laced?

When you come to again you open your eyes half way seeing two figures hovering above you. Softness is all you can seem to feel right now, you’re laying on something soft, maybe a pillow? It’s fluffy and all you wanna do is close your eyes and succumb again, your body is weak and you only muster up enough strength to open your eyes when you feel a hand undoing your pants.

Your eyes roll around a little in their sockets before focusing in on the two figures, they look like yin and yang- one has white hair, it’s Gojo…is that—

“Suguru?”

His name sounds pathetic when you slur your words looking up at him letting out a little whine seeing his robes, where has he been and why was he dressed like a messiah. What was happening? All those thoughts are postponed when you feel hands pulling your cock out of your boxers.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you [name], god you know how hard it is to not be able to touch you? To not hear my name from your mouth? It’s torture sweetheart”

“Awe suguru! You told me the cameras I put in his apartment were close enough?”

Satoru and Geto conversation while kneeling before your body, one of them on either side of you with Suguru’s hand on your cock playing with the soft flesh and teasing it. Your body felt too many things to let your mind properly think.

“You’re alive?”

Those words come out shakily with your body shuddering feeling the warm palm of his hand under the base of your cock pulling a few strokes while Satoru leans down more sliding your shirt up your body, lifting your arms up and discarding it while you lay on your back in the parlor. Your eyes seeing candles lit around the room next to a picture of Geto— this was a cult.

“Of course I’m alive? Why wouldn’t i be [name]?…you know me and Satoru will never leave you”

“Look at him Suguru, he’s so loopy, I told you that gas was too strong~”

Your cock pulses in his hand with your nipples erect from the cool air, your body heating up and your cock starting to leak precum.

“What’re you two doing?”

The words fall weakly while you lay on the pillows with your eyes circling in on Geto the whole time he touches your cock, your eyes rolling over to Gojo when he coos words to you talking you through it while your hands tremble pulling at the pillows.

“What we’ve wanted to do since day one [name]”

Suguru hums, leaning in more stroking your cock a little faster and moving his way between your thighs before craning his neck backwards whispering out something to Gojo. Gojo groans and pouts, taking his hands off your body and getting up walking off and out of the room leaving you and Suguru alone.

When Gojo comes back he’s holding a bottle of strawberry flavored Lube, Geto let’s go of your now hard cock and turns you over on your stomach, Gojo tossing Suguru the lube while he squirts the lube all up and down your crack, sitting the lube aside and squishing your cheeks together over and over making the lube smear around in between your cheeks.

“All I can think about is how you’ll taste, I hope Satoru don’t get mad I eat you up first”

Geto leans down kissing your arch and holding your hips sliding them down to your ass cheeks and slowly pulling them apart while grinning up at Gojo, watching the white haired man undoing his slacks and pulling out his cock, Gojo slaps his tip to your lips still soft.

“Toru please-“

“C’mon, suck it hard f’me?”

Before you can respond Geto has his faced buried between your cheeks eating you out like your his last meal, his tongue sliding up and down your crack and back down to your rim.

When your lips part to gasp, Gojo takes that as his chance to shove his cock down your throat making your lips wrap around him gagging and tearing up laying on your stomach with Satoru’s hand reaching down to grab a handful of your locks making you tilt your head back and look up at him.

“How’s it taste [name]?”

You can’t seem to muster a word, feeling Geto’s tongue going flat against your rim and pressing its way inside you while he reaches one hand under you to grab back ahold of your cock, Suguru starts stroking you in time with his tongue while aiming your cock down towards the pillows in jerking motions like he was milking you.

Gojo and Geto share gleaming looks, they were on cloud nine finally getting the intimacy from you they had longed after for years. Gojo thrusts his hips forward slowly making your cheeks bulge with every motion, his cock now fully hardened in your mouth hitting the back of your throat making vibrations around his base when you wail out.

“Poor baby is all delirious isn’t he Satoru?”

Geto smile against your flesh, pressing sloppy wet kisses to your rim rolling his own eyes back at the taste of strawberry and you on his tongue leaving a satisfaction in his stomach with his cock hard under his robes being pressed to his hip.

Gojo keeps stroking your hair before starting to lift your head by your hair and bob your mouth up and down on his cock making you deep throat him to the point your face was buried in his white pubes.

“Sugu—tworu ple~”

Your words come out choppy around his cock. You speak with your mouth full feeling your throat hurting and the hot tears in your eyes streaming down your cheeks being used by the two men unable to put up a fight due to the drugs in your system keeping you weak between the men.

The feeling of Geto’s tongue swirling around your insides makes your head go fuzzy again, you just wanna close your eyes but you can’t because yours are locked on Gojo’s bright blue ones, have they always been as blue as they are now? The look of pleasure on his faces makes knots build in your stomach knowing you’re the cause for his half closed eyes.

“Oh you’re so close aren’t you? Don’t even gotta answer I can tell [name]”

Geto can tell by the way your rim greedily puckers around his tongue and the amounts of precum oozing from your tip that you’re on the verge of your orgasm. His hand keeps working you between your thighs leaving your legs trembling laying on your stomach when a wave of heat floods your whole body making you moan around Gojo’s cock.

Your tip starts to swell angrily under Geto’s thumb, when his tongue laps your prostate it pushes you past your breaking point making you lose it, cumming all over the pillows, staining the purple fabrics with an off white stain making Gojo look down at you with his signature smirk.

“Mhmf— he’s a fuckin squirter Satoru”

“Suguru you should just feel how he’s gagging on me right now-“

They talk about you like you aren’t there, using you for their own pleasures you feel Geto pulling his face from your cheeks with one last lick pulling his tongue out of you leaving your s/c ass all sticky from a mix of spit and lube.

Geto starts lifting up his robes pulling them up over his head throwing them to the side with a smile, wearing black boxer briefs with a prominent bulge inside them with a dark patch of black hair trailing down his abdomen giving Satoru little to the imagination.

Suguru slides his fingers under his boxer waist band pulling them down his thighs allowing his cock to spring forward and press to his stomach.

“I would ask if you’re ready [name] but you probably shouldn’t speak with your mouth full~”

His voice is cold and mocking not giving a damn about Satoru face fucking you like a fleshlight. Suguru pulls your slick cheeks apart again thrusting his cock up and down your crack getting himself lubed up with the mixed substances.

Gojo reached his thumb down tracing over your full cheeks, watching how your throat bulges more and more the deeper he pushes himself inside your mouth fucking your eyes to reverse watching how they looked away from him and into the back of your head with a teary face that could arouse any man.

“I need-air tworu~”

Your drool running down your chin with your cock half limp between your thighs from how Geto jerked you off leaving you already feeling empty. Suguru reaches his hands up and grips your hips tightly nudging his cockhead against your rim watching while it stretches wide in a sad attempt to fit him, his cock feels like it’s tearing you in half.

“Fuck!~ hurts Suguru—“

You gasp when Satoru pulls his cock from your mouth leaving you fishing the purple pillows clenching up around Geto while he lazily pushes in, he doesn’t pay mind to it hurting you, he rubs small circles on your hips before bottoming himself all the way inside you with your rim leaving a little blood in with the lube from being stretched so much you tore.

“Shh, now you know you can take it can’t you [nickname]”

Gojo drops your head letting it fall forward with your teary face in the purple pillows, your lips all swollen and your throat feeling like razors doing nothing but keeping you from screaming anymore. Your voice is weak and all you can do is hold the pillows and let out little squeals around Suguru.

“Suguru- pleasee—“

You get shut up again by Satoru’s cock, he doesn’t tap his tip to your lips like last time, he forced his whole cock back down your drool filled throat making a slobbery mess running down your face while you reach one hand back trying to push Suguru’s hands off your hips.

“Don’t even try it [name] you know better, god you’re still as feisty as the last time I seen you”

Suguru reached one hand forward holding both your wrists tightly leaving promising red marks while he slowly thrusts his hips forward pushing your face more into Satoru’s groin when Suguru starts to fuck you from behind holding you and binding you with his hands keeping you all defenseless but at this point with the way his cock is sliding against your inner walls you can’t even properly think.

“There you go [nickname] you’re so good at this aren’t you? I think he was made for two cocks Suguru”

Gojo’s blindfold hanging around his neck with his large hand around the back of your head holding it in place while he rocks his hips forward making his veins start prodding against the roof of your mouth more showing you he was close.

“Hmfh!~ Toruu”

You whine wanting to reach your hand down and start touching your cock, you needed to come so bad but you couldn’t do anything but depend on them to make sure you got off. Suguru’s cock pressed against your prostate milking your insides with his base stretching your channel to fit his cock like he was trying to mold you.

“Does our boy wanna come that bad?”

Geto asks you with a fake confused tone fucking you a little harder holding your hands behind your back with one hand using the other to reach down and lift your left thigh up forcing his cock inside you at a deeper angle making you feel every vein and curve to his cock.

“Mh hmm-!”

You’re so far gone you can’t bother to care about every messed up thing these men are doing to you, all your mind can process is ‘needa come’ your back arches and you start trying to bob your head under Satoru’s hand trying to earn good graces from him when you look up at him with your wide eyes batting your lashes back and forth like a doll.

“Oh what’s this? I think he’s starting to be a good boy Satoru, you think we should let him come?”

Suguru asks Satoru with a smug smile holding your thigh tight fucking your insides raw with your rim all puffy and wrapped around his cock split open wide now accepting him with ease with the room in the parlor filling up with lewd squelches from the mix of lube and his spit making wet sounds when his hips hit your ass cheeks.

Plap-plap-plap, the sounds silently echo throughout the room while you just stare up at Gojo with a full mouth before feeling his load shoot down your throat spilling all over the back of your throat and running down the roof of your mouth leaving the pungent taste on your lips.

“I think we should let him come Suguru- he’s been actin nice hasn’t he?”

“I think you’re right Toru~ good boys deserve rewards after all”

Geto let’s your arms go reaching back down between your thighs starting to jerk your cock like he did before, fucking you rougher with his chubby cock head pulsing and twitching on your prostate putting a strong pressure in your stomach threatening to break over at any moment.

Satoru’s cock slips out of your mouth letting you finally breath and gasp for air while Gojo stares down at your face stroking his soft cock hard again and aiming it at your fucked out face watching you get pounded from behind by Geto.

“Close- just a little more- suguru pleasee~!”

You start letting out whiny moans and sounds you never new your voice could make when his thumb runs right across your slit, staring up at Gojo the whole time with your teary face ruined and covered in tears and drool with your hair messy from Gojo’s pulling. Geto keeps going bucking his hips forward harshly rutting himself into you going deep as he can pressing his balls to your backside feeling your rim spasming ready to orgasm around him.

When Suguru flicks his wrist holding the base of your cock it sends you over the edge arching your back under him clenching around his cock and holding onto the purple fabric beneath you, orgasming so hard your ears start ringing making everything in the room feel surreal when you come in Geto’s hand.

“There he goes Suguru- oh that’s such a beautiful face you’re making [nickname]”

Your come floods over Suguru’s thumb and spilling onto the pillows under you making you wail and cry at the nearly dry orgasm being pulled from your cock having you stiffening up under the two men with your nose scrunched in a over stimulated pleasure.

“I’m getting close [name], gonna flood these insides”

When Gojo hears those words he starts stroking his cock faster at your face watching his two best fiends fucking eachother with you laying all out of it and fuzzy from the drugs having you limp under Geto when he lets your thigh down to mount you more fucking your motionless body making you feel how his cock nudged you on its own before his flood gates break.

“O-oh hng~ suguru-“

The words come out high pitched and louder than the last when his come floods your anal cavity, the warmth surrounds your prostate in a hot sensation leaving you feeling all bloated and full from his seed, your hole instinctively starts to clench and unclench around him milking the rest of his load out of him while Gojo lets out a groan watching the whole scene play out before him.

“Here it comes [nickname]”

Those words were the only warning that Gojo gave you before his orgasm shoots across your face all over your nose and lips running down your chin, mixing in with your spit and tears leaving you completely ruined from the two men, with two loads in your tummy and another on your face leaving you spent.

“I can’t take no more Toru~ Suguru I can’t-“

“But you gotta [nickname] ! I haven’t even got to feel your hole yet~”

Gojo lets out a whine while Geto lets go of your cock and pulls out of your ass, using his thumb to push any come that oozes from your hole back inside you while he rotates with Gojo letting Satoru get right behind you swapping places, god! At this rate it was gonna be a real long night.

“Toru- I can’t take it”

You droop your head down feeling his hands flipping you over back into your back on the pillows feeling your come stained pillow fabric pressed to your skin making you cringe, Satoru lifts up one of your legs placing it up on his shoulder nudging your sore rim with his cock while Suguru adjusts himself now facing at your head pressing his cock against your come stained lips.

“Don’t lie, we know you can take it [nickname], you were made to take it baby”

“He’s right baby, we know you can handle it”

They don’t take your weak response as an answer, Gojo slowly pushes his cock into your already stretched hole, sliding in easily from Geto’s come and lube. Your chest aiming up at the air arching splayed on your back with your cock red and soft unable to harden from being milked to many times by the men.

Suguru pushes his cock pash your lips delving it into your wet cavern. Your throat bulges again from your now full mouth, your whole body aches and hurts but all you can do is lay still and take it. Gojo gives you no time to rest before he lifts your other leg up in the air holding you in a mating press while jackhammering into you.

“Fuck Suguru, you’re right his hole feels so fucking good”

Geto hums in response shuddering a little when your canines graze over a sensitive vein on the underside of his cock making him reach his hand down choking your throat a little bit as a warning making your fission blur from the lack of oxygen and the way Gojo was fucking you, reaching more spots than Suguru if that was even possible.

“Ah- careful with your teeth baby, don’t chew on it. Suck it”

Your thighs start trembling pressed to your chest with Gojo dipping his face down and burying his face into your pecks like a madman, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking on it. His hips roll forwards lifting and reaching down to pull your hips, pulling you back onto his cock with your moans being gagged by Suguru’s cock.

“T’muush~ too stuffed Suguru~”

You roll your eyes back into your head looking up at Geto above you with your nose pressed to his balls from the angle he was fucking your mouth at leaving Satoru’s cum all smeared across your face like a sticky mess. Your cock half limp and tender against your inner thigh while it rests on your stomach leaking a little puddle.

“You sucked Satoru off fine, I think you can handle me too [name], now don’t start acting defiant again on us”

The way Geto spoke to you made you whine sadly unable to fight either of them, the drug still in your system and the way they were trying to consume your body whole left you mute sucking on his cock while Gojo pressed his chest up against yours making your toes curl up when he thrusts forward and nails your sweet spot head on.

“Don’t be so mean to him Suguru, he’s just about used up S’ all”

Satoru coos out to Suguru while he makes the pillows dip under the shared weight of him on top of you, Geto’s come swirling around your insides and trickling down your thighs around the base of Gojo’s cock while Gojo bites down on your nipple again only pulling his mouth off of your flesh to speak.

“I’m getting close [name], do’ you want it down your throat or face?”

Geto asks looking down at you feeling his balls drawing up against your cheek signaling he was close to his peak. Gojo on the other hand didn’t care about Suguru’s orgasm, he was too busy trying to chase his own inside your stomach. Your rim starts burning and stinging from being used and gaping around a cock for so long leaving you in painful pleasure.

“On m’ face~”

You whimper out quietly just not wanting to have to taste another load or feel more come inside your stomach. Reaching one hand down whining when you start to touch your cock, it felt like touching a stiff rod, your hand slowly moved up and down it crying to have to pull another orgasm but you needed to come so bad.

“You can’t do that [nickname] you gotta come from me or Suguru, so no touchin yourself”

Before you can respond or complain Satoru has his free hand slipping off your hip and down onto your cock, quickly swatting your hand away from it. His strokes aren’t gentle like yours were, his are fast and unorganized like his thrusts are. Gojo takes his mouth off your nipple and shoves his face in your neck while Suguru keeps fucking your mouth, his thrusts slow down pulling out of your mouth with his cock jumping on its own.

“There we go [name] see what you do to us?”

Your ass feels sore and red from hips slapping against them over and over but before you can complain a hot load shoots all over your face spilling into your eyelashes and into your mouth making you taste his come, he tasted sweeter than Gojo, his semen more thick and less opaque than Satoru’s.

“I’m getting close Sa-Toruu~”

Your voice cracks from a sore face fucked throat, your lips are all sticky and cracked in the corners from opening your mouth too wide, your lips part and ho agape making an ‘O’ shape when Gojo bites at the crook of your neck licking over the red marks he’s leaving on your S/c skin.

Your abdomen starts feeling hotter and more tense making you sweat underneath Satoru when his cock teases your insides making your legs feel like jello up in the air with your knees bent over his shoulders. By the way Gojo was tensing up and the muscles of his shoulders stiffened beneath your finger nails you could tell he was about to come.

“Me too- you’re just milking it out of me [nickname]”

His hand works harder and faster against your cock making you groan starting to orgasm shaking and crying with hardly any semen able to spill from you. Your tip starts leaking barely any pre come, you begin orgasming dry making Geto smile above you happy to know they had milked your body dry, Suguru reaches his hand down stroking your cheek while Gojo plows you between your thighs making the room spin through your eyes.

Soon the feeling of warmth in your gut hits you again letting you know Satoru had just found his release inside you, his semen seeping out of you overflowing your hole leaving the thin strings of his come running down your thighs and staining the pillows beneath the two of you.

“Toruu.. I’m soo sore-“

You whisper out under him reaching one hand up to his neck and grabbing his hair with your other hand still on his shoulder. Rolling your eyes forwards looking up at Suguru with your insides flooded and your face ruined- god you can’t handle these two insane men- They’re something else!

[palmettoshenanigans]

HERE'S WHY I LOVE ANDREIL SO MUCH

Their main language - one no one else seems to speak (except maybe Renee and Bee?? which would explain why Neil finds their vibes off putting and why they're the ones able to get close to Andrew like that) - is the language of Technicalities and Semantics. But here's the thing: when you speak Technicalities and Semantics, its all in the subtext and the text. But you don't assume everyone is going to be literate in text and have the wherewithal to also delve into the subtext! You can't! Because people don't really do that, at least not with the level of intention that Andrew and Neil do.

Example: "I should hope so."

Imagine this, pretend Riko is alive. He gets into a car accident, and he survives unscathed. His car takes the brunt of it. Someone during a press conference relays this to Neil and says, "But Riko is okay!"

Neil smiles, exercises the bare minimum of his PR training and says, "I should hope so."

But, notice. He said he should hope so. Not that he would hope so.

"I would hope so" means I'm suppose to hope that this person is okay according to moral standards, and I do

"I should hope so" means I'm suppose to hope this person is okay according to moral standards, but I don't

God forbid someone asks further questions about his feelings on the matter. No one would take "Technically I said-" seriously because people don't normally play that game. The technical differences between 'would' and 'should' lack relevant meaning in this context because that's a meta-level conversation and no one has time for that kind of tit for tat - except Andrew.

Let's do another one: "Did you need something?"

Someone comes up to Neil and he says, full of suspicion, "Did you need something?" They say yes and tell him their needs, then he directs them to someone who can fulfill them. But - they argue - they were asking him for help and he offered!

"No," he says, "I asked if you needed something; never said I'd be the one to do anything about it."

And that's why (in this hypothetical) Neil specifically said "Did you need something?" and not "Can I help you?" because he wasn't going to help you anyway so why offer it, even if you'd never meant to ask? Because just like he can trap someone with his words, someone else can trap him with his own words.

And as a writer whose Special Interest is Language and how it can be manipulated, I LOVE THAT!!!

An aspect of why and how Andrew and Neil fell for each other was because they both speak this language. Technicalities and Semantics. That's why Neil understood more about Tilda than Aaron. It's why Andrew understood the weight of 'Abram'. It's why "Nothing" and "I hate you" spoke more volumes to them than any soft words ever could have. It's why "Stay" was able to bring Neil back from the brink. It's why what they don't say is just as important as what they do because "never said yes" == "no" and "never said no" =/= "yes" are obvious to them but not to others!

And its why they throw their words back at each other from past encounters! Because "we both know what you said and we both know what you meant, and we both know that this applies here too and i'm going to prove it by quoting you directly, check mate now kiss me hypocrite" is their fucking LOVE LANGUAGE FIGHT ME RIGHT NOW

Listen to the actual words coming out of their mouth, pay attention to their technical meanings, and be willing to also parse the subtext, and you will be fluent in Andreil forever.

[yazzydream]

Just had a funny thought.

So we know Toji's appearance and murder of Riko was unexpected for everyone. (2006, 12 years ago)

Besides the TVA and Q, it didn't look like anyone else was going for Amanai. So, Kenjaku was probably going to wait another 500 years before their plan was going to start.

At this point they'd already gotten Kaori Itadori's Antigravity System and given birth to Yuji, though, which is interesting. (2003, 15 years ago) So, maybe Yuuji really wasn't initially meant to serve a greater purpose. Housing of Sukuna or otherwise... Or maybe Yuji was a happy coincidental prototype? An experimental run through? Or maybe Yuuji is just singularly unique.

Anyway, what I thought was funny is that after Toji killed Amanai, Kenjaku was probably sweating and rushing to find the Prison Realm. (2012, 6 years ago) Like, "Holy shit I've gotta take advantage of this opportunity! 💦"

But yeah, it probably moved up their plans by A LOT.

And then you got Geto with his Cursed Manipulation. He has a falling out with Gojo, then Gojo kills him and leaves his body ripe for the picking. (2017, 1 year ago) And since the merger didn't happen, Tengen is more Curse than human, it's like, everything perfectly fell into place.

Actually, sure Toji fucked up a lot of shit for everyone in the current timeline, but you can also see it as a good thing. This specific group of individuals (Satoru Gojo, Yuji Itadori) wouldn't be around in 500 years to disrupt Kenjaku's plans otherwise.

The Star Plasma Vessel, Six Eyes, and Tengen are fated. Fate is a tangible concept that exists in JJK. Which throws Toji's role in an interesting light...

Kenjaku says Toji's presence destroyed their destinies. But if there is a higher power in JJK... the one who bestows "Heavenly Restriction"... I'd say it's actually the opposite. Toji's actions may've saved the greater human race.

TL;DR Toji Fushiguro's murder of Riko Amanai is part of Heaven's greater plan to counteract Kenjaku's plan.

[ninyard]

And what if the person is also as sick as her lmao ?? I thought it would be funny for her in another au to be part of the foxes and them finding out her backstory

(i think this is about vic but i'm so sorry if it's not)

i think that's why her and riko almost work. because she admires his work, she's fascinated with how his mind works. when he tells her how he found out about nathaniel, the things he did to get him outed to the people who were looking for him, she doesn't agree with it work wise, moriyama-wise, but from one sadist to another she has stars in her eyes hearing all about it.

if vic found someone as sick as her, it would be... apocalyptic. it would be a natural disaster waiting to happen, a ticking time bomb. they would hurt each other, they'd be messy, they'd be upping the ante on every thing that they do just to impress each other. it'd get dangerous, and messy, and neither would care about any of the collateral. but i also still feel that if she thought somebody was better than her at what she does, she'd lost interest, she'd have to knock them down a peg. she can't be in competition with anyone because she gets this look in her eyes and this thought in her head that she has to be the best. so it wouldn't work if they were equally as fucked up as each other. she needs them to be afraid of her, in a way.

thinking about her with the foxes, i just think about her and renee, but not in a good way. i think she would know, or see, what renee has inside of her, and she would manipulate her and find out how to hurt her. she would gain her trust, pretend they're friends, and lie to her. i don't know why or how or what the end goal of it would be, but i can see her pretending to be just like renee in order to figure out how to make her crack, how to bring natalie back, how to ruin her life and out that side of renee that she keeps buried deep.

i think she would want to impress andrew, in a way, but andrew wouldn't take it or be interested at all. she'd hurt kevin (or at least, try to) if it meant impressing riko. i don't really see her getting along with or having any interest in any of the other foxes, and everything about her relationship with neil depends on her relationship with riko, and how involved she is with the wesninskis.

[aftgficrec]

Hearts in Halves by heybabyricecake

This author has become rather popular lately, we’ve just posted a rec for another one of their fics here. - S

Hearts In Halves by heybabyricecake [Rated M, 228071 words, incomplete, last updated Dec 2023]

Instead of killing Riko and sending Neil back to the Foxes, Ichirou banishes Riko and takes Neil back to the Edgar Allen Ravens to be their starting striker. This is basically post canon, if the very last scene in The Kings Men happened differently. Neil has to adjust to life in the Ravens Nest, and the Foxes have to deal with losing Neil right after championships. The Nest is a nightmare, and Andrew is reeling from the separation from Neil. Andrew and Neil have to burn it all to the ground to find their way back to each other. ---- Andrew stopped eating mid chew. He remembered. “Don’t say what you’re about to say.” “I couldn’t let them hurt you.” Wymack said anyways. “Now, Neil will forgive us in a heartbeat if we sign him over to the Ravens. I don’t wish he was that way, but that’s the way he is. You know it as well as I know it. But. He never would’ve even tried to come back to us if I’d let them hurt you.” Andrew digested this, hating every word Wymack was saying. “My life is not more important than his.” Andrew said “No. It’s not.” Wymack agreed. “I meant what I said before, Coach. I’m done.” “No. You’re not.” --- Updates Sundays

tw: violence, tw: rape/noncon, tw: torture, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: emotional manipulation,  tw: drug addiction, tw: withdrawal, tw: drug overdose, tw: kidnapping, tw: major character injury, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: homophobic language, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: implied/referenced eating disorders

[bliss-in-the-void]

A Glimpse Of Us

In which (2018) Satoru encounters a time-based cursed technique user that tells him the timeline he’s living in is wrong, and he was supposed to end up raising Megumi, Nanako, and Mimiko with Suguru.

(Spoilers up until before the Shibuya Incident, expand to read the oneshot)

“Just who are you?” Satoru asks rather tactlessly. In his experience, it gets you nowhere anyways.

“I go by a few names,” the mysterious man replies, looking very forlorn. “Masaki Kagami was my given name. But now I’m called ‘Chronos’.”

“Chronos? Why’s that?”

“My Cursed Technique involves the manipulation of time and fates. I am all-knowing. I know everyone’s past, presents, and futures—which is why I have come to talk about the fates of yourself and Geto Suguru.”

“Why?” Satoru asks. Those wounds had closed. Mostly. Why open them to bleed anew? It’s been ten years.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.”

A sick, painful feeling radiates from Satoru’s chest. “What do you mean by that?”

“You never should have killed him.”

Satoru suddenly feels like vomiting. “He turned on us. He was gonna kill every non-sorcerer. He slaughtered a village. I was ordered to kill him.”

“I can see that now that I watch the events of this branch closely,” Chronos frowns deeply, eyes glowing a faint gold. “Oh…my…”

“Where…where did it go wrong?” Satoru asks. “When Toji defeated me, right? And killed Riko? That’s when the mistakes were made, isn’t it?”

“No,” Chronos shakes his head. “The village mission. When Suguru killed the people there. He wasn’t supposed to do that. You were supposed to be there with him.”

His heart feels like a rock in his ribcage. “Then what happened? That was out of my control. I was on another mission.”

“Nanami Kento was supposed to take care of that,” Chronos answers. “It seems Tengen switched things around at the last minute. Nanami was sent to help Haibara Yu—who was supposed to be doing a mission alone but needed help. Which meant that you were sent on Nanami’s mission, and Suguru had to go alone. It seems your teacher, Masamichi Yaga, opposed it but was ordered by Tengen—for reasons I do not know.”

“So…you’re saying that…Suguru would still be here right now if…I had been there?”

“Yes,” Chronos admits with a sympathetic glance. “You were going to talk him out of it. You two were going to take the two girls, Nanako and Mimiko, and raise them alongside Fushiguro Megumi.”

Satoru feels his throat close up. “Raise them…?”

That was what they wanted with Riko. To be her caretakers, alongside Kuroi. They guaranteed her future. One where she could choose her fate, where the elders couldn’t touch her.

That had gone horribly wrong.

“Yes. You two were going to raise them together,” Chronos replies, “I…I can see it all. What was supposed to happen. I can show you if you want, in my domain. You have my word that I won’t attack you.”

If he does, Satoru knows he could just override his domain and escape. Curiosity gets the better of him anyway. “Show me.”

“Domain expansion.”

A flash of gold. Then Chronos is gone. In his place is—

“Satoru,” Suguru smiles brightly, greeting him as he walks into the kitchen of what looks to be a house on the Jujutsu grounds. Is it theirs? “Did you sleep good? My back kind of hurts from Mimiko kicking it all night long, but I think Nanako wasn’t as squirmy. They haven’t grown out of their nightmare phase yet, I’m afraid.”

Satoru takes a seat at the table next to a tiny Megumi—he looks just like he did when he was eight.

So it’s been about a year since he took him in?

“Satoru? You okay?”

He looks up to see Suguru looking at him, concerned as he sets a plate of rice and tamago down on the table, sliding a bowl of miso with mushrooms towards him. Satoru’s heart clenches painfully, and Suguru must see it in his eyes, because he places a hand on Satoru’s jaw gingerly, leaning in and pecking his lips so lightly he almost doesn’t feel it.

“Satoru?”

“Ugh,” Megumi huffs, “If you’re gonna be all lovey, don’t do it in front of me.”

“It was just a little kiss, ‘gumin,” Suguru smiles sweetly, unperturbed. “I can’t kiss my own boyfriend now? We are your parents.”

They are?

Megumi grumbles. “It’s gross.”

“You’ll understand when you’re older,” Suguru tousles his hair before looking at Satoru again. “Seriously. You in there?”

Come on, speak, Satoru wills himself. This is Suguru. He’s here. He’s okay. He’s still in love with you and nothing bad happened.

Why would anything bad have happened? They’re the strongest. No one can touch them.

What happened before this? Was that a bad dream? It seems so distant, it must’ve.

“Yeah, I am,” Satoru replies, finally remembering how to form words. “I just…missed you, is all.”

Suguru looks surprised for a moment before laughing. “Come on, Satoru, I only got up an hour before you to get the kids ready. Like I always do. It hasn’t been that long. Speaking of—where’re the girls? They should be in here right ab—”

“Sugu-papa! Mimiko won’t let me wear the green clips!” Nanako comes bounding into the room, cheeks red with anger.

“I wanted to wear them first! They match my shirt!” Mimiko comes in after.

Suguru sighs as Megumi groans. “Everyday they do this.”

Out of reflex, Satoru laughs and ruffles Megumi’s hair, way less gentle about it than Suguru had been.

The result is Megumi’s venomous glare, like a disgruntled puppy with how little he is. How cute this little shit used to be.

No, is. Used to be? I’ve only known him for a year. What am I saying?

“Girls,” Suguru says, kneeling to stand before the two. He sees two green clips in Mimiko’s hair, Nanako eyeing them. “Listen, it’s my fault for only buying one pair. I’ll get another when I go to the store, okay? For now, how about you each wear one.”

They blink, and he reaches up, unclasping one from Mimiko’s hair and placing it in Nanako’s.

“How’s that? Now you both get to wear them.”

They exchange glances before smiling up at him.

“Okay, Sugu-papa,” Nanako says.

“Yeah,” nods Mimiko.

“Those are my good girls,” Suguru smiles happily, patting their heads so as not to mess up their styles. “Now go finish getting ready, okay? You have to eat before Sato-papa and I take you to school.”

Satoru flushes. Sato-papa? That’s him? He’s a papa?

Megumi’s never called him papa. Right? Or does he? It’s only been a year.

“Megumin,” it rolls off his tongue, “Am I your papa?”

Suguru looks at the two questioningly. Megumi scoffs.

“Quit playing around. You’re weird today,” Megumi makes a face. “Don’t make me say it.”

Suguru places a hand on Satoru’s back, getting his attention. “Satoru, let’s go to our bedroom really quick?”

Satoru gets up, following his boyfriend up the hall.

“Megumi, make sure to eat slowly. And help your sisters when they come to eat,” Suguru calls over his shoulder.

“I will,” Megumi says back before they enter their bedroom.

Their bedroom? He has a room with Suguru?

Wait, of course he does. They moved into this house after he brought Megumi home. They figured it would be easier if they got their own place instead of their dorm rooms.

It’s coming back to him.

The door slides shut and Suguru speaks.

“Satoru, are you feeling alright? You’ve been acting strange,” Suguru says, placing a hand on his shoulder. Satoru relaxes instantly—how he missed this touch. He’d forgotten how comforting it was.

No, is. Why does he keep thinking in past tense? Suguru has never left. He didn’t go anywhere. He’s right here.

“I think I had a bad dream,” Satoru chooses to say. “I’m a little foggy right now.”

“Mmm,” Suguru hums, searching his eyes. “That’s really it?”

“Yeah. Well, I think so. Why?”

Suguru frowns. “Well, Satoru, the way you’re acting…it’s kind of…like how you were after…he came. And almost killed you. We promised after taking in Nanako and Mimiko that we’d be honest with each other. I don’t want anything to come between us. So if something’s wrong, you need to tell me so we can deal with it. We’re the strongest, remember? There isn’t anything we can’t face. Us against the world.”

Satoru doesn’t have time to process his next words. He feels like crying for some unknown reason. “Suguru—I miss you so much.”

He throws his arms around his boyfriend, who is stunned, burying his nose into his neck. It’s warm and it smells like jasmine flowers and cedar, exactly how he always smelled, and oh dear god he’s home again for what seems like a million years.

“Satoru? You’re scaring me. What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“I dreamt that you left me,” Satoru murmurs, although now he doesn’t know if it was a dream or some awful reality he had stumbled out of somehow. “That I wasn’t there when you needed me and it all went wrong and you left and I-I killed you and you left me all alone with these shitbag elders and curses and—”

“Satoru. Look at me.”

The white haired man raises his head to meet the other’s eyes, those familiar pools of honey, and sighs when a hand rests on his cheek.

“I don’t know how you could’ve dreamt about something so horrible,” Suguru begins gently. “But obviously I’m right here. I didn’t leave you—I never would. I’m your one and only, right?”

Satoru nods mutely.

“See? Where would I go? Where would I want to be that isn’t right where you are?” Suguru asks. “You promised me we’d change this awful world together, by raising the next generation of sorcerers to be strong. Without hurting anyone. What more could I need? I have a family with my best friend. I’m never going anywhere.”

That’s right. Why would Satoru ever think otherwise? Suguru and Satoru are a package deal—never one without the other. Everything is fine.

“You’re right,” Satoru untenses. “I’m sorry for making you worry.”

“Getting to worry about you is a privilege of mine,” Suguru replies, stamping a kiss on Satoru’s lips. “You ready to take the kids to school? I’m sure they’re almost ready to go.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

“Good.”

Suguru moves to open the door, but before he can, Satoru puts a hand on his to stop him.

“Suguru?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Suguru’s eyes widen, and he blushes deeply, averting his eyes to the side before smiling bashfully.

“I love you too, Satoru.”

He’s falling.

Falling, and falling, and falling. Hurtling toward the ground, or maybe rising up at an immeasurable speed. Is he going down or up? Does it matter?

“You should at least curse me a little at the very end.”

That’s what he had actually said in reply.

Reality slams back into him like a punch to the gut and he doubles over, landing on his knees on the pavement.

What was that?

“So, you’ve seen the life you were supposed to live with Geto Suguru.”

His eyes widen.

Oh no.

It wasn’t real.

It was Chronos’s prophecy that never came to pass. That’s right.

But it felt so real.

He could smell Suguru’s cologne, could taste his lips, feel his touch—it was real.

It was supposed to be real.

“I’m sorry. I can tell by the look on your face that you experienced it rather than simply watched. Sometimes my domain does that. I should have warned you, but I figured since you wield the Six Eyes that you would’ve been able to see through it.”

He blinks.

“It was…like I was there,” He chooses to reply. “What happened? Why didn’t it happen?”

“Sometimes, without warning, the path diverges, and a new timeline is created, like a branch off the original one. I call this a ‘dark timeline’.”

Satoru blinks again. “So you’re saying I live in the dark timeline of my reality?”

“Yes.”

“And that timeline, the right timeline…still exists?”

“That’s right.”

“And in that timeline…I’m happy with Suguru and the kids.”

“Yes.”

“He’s still alive there.”

“He is.”

“And there’s a me that’s there with him.”

“There is.”

Satoru huffs in disbelief. “Just my luck that I’d be the one forced to live in the shitty dark timeline, huh?”

“I’m sorry,” Chronos apologizes again.

“Why did you come here to show me that?”

“I was compelled to,” Chronos says. “I thought you should know. Things don’t get any easier or better for you from here on out, I’m sorry to say, and I thought you should at least have the comfort of knowing there is a reality where you do exist with Suguru the way you were intended to.”

Satoru pauses before saying, “yeah. I guess it does. At least I can say Suguru and I did make it. Just not here.”

Chronos nods.

“I’m like a sacrifice. So was he. The one in this timeline.”

“I suppose.”

“Can you tell me how this timeline ends?”

“I’m afraid I cannot divulge the future. Only the past or alternate present.”

“Then before you go…can you show me the alternate present? You showed me the past—can I see what we look like now? In that reality?”

“Sure. It’s the least I can do,” Chronos clasps his hands together. “Domain expansion.”

Gold. Warmth.

“Wait, so—Gojo-sensei is your dad? And so is Geto-sensei?” Yuuji asks, eyes alight with intrigue. Megumi grumbles.

“Not biologically.”

“Well duh,” Nobara smacks his shoulder. “We’re not dumb. Sometimes family is found. So they’re your fathers regardless of whether they concieved you or not.”

“The day you call Gojo ‘papa’ is the day he’ll finally combust,” Shoko laughs around her can of soda.

Suguru slides an arm easily around Satoru’s waist.

“Megumi just likes to tease. He’s called me ‘papa’ a few times. He’ll get there.”

“No I won’t.”

“Meguminnn,” Satoru finds himself whining, unable to resist the taunt. He doesn’t remember the last ten minutes nor how he got here, but these people are his most precious people, and so he knows he’s safe.

“Come on, Megumi-nii, don’t be such a cat,” Nanako says. “Mimiko and I accepted him ages ago. He’s a good papa. What gives?”

“He’s weird and annoying.”

“Isn’t that his job as a father?” Yuuji asks. “All good dads are weird and annoying.”

“I’m not calling him ‘papa’.”

“But Megumiii,” Satoru drawls. “I changed your diapers.”

“No you didn’t. We met when I was seven.”

“I used to tell you stories to chase away the nightmares!”

Megumi flushes deeply and stands up. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

He stalks off angrily and Suguru sighs as the table erupts into giggles at the embarrassing display, the kids all getting up to chase after Megumi.

“Satoru,” He says, “You shouldn’t say things like that in front of his friends. He’s a teenager, you know. We were once teenagers.”

Shoko laughs. “Come on. When you were his age, neither of you had an ounce of shame and you started adopting toddlers. Bad example, Geto.”

“Okay, okay,” Suguru relents. “He doesn’t take after either of us, I guess.”

“He has too much shame,” sighs Satoru. Shoko laughs.

“Man, you two haven’t changed. Still as insufferable as the day you met each other,” She takes a sip. “I don’t believe in god or fate, but the way you two act gives my beliefs a run for their money.”

“Eh?” Satoru asks.

“It’s like you two were born to be married,” She shrugs, “Like somehow you were both created so that the only person to stand each of you is each other.”

“But you’ve stayed our friend.”

“Yeah. But I need my breaks from you two. Hefty ones,” She replies, “With you two together though, it’s the opposite. If you separate for too long, shit goes sideways. Like some force is binding you together.”

Satoru grins, unable to resist planting a noisy peck on Suguru’s cheek.

“Hear that, Suguru? You’re stuck with me forever.”

“Kind of figured that was the case when you literally became my husband five years ago.”

Oh yeah. They’d had a ceremony where the girls scattered flowers and Megumi brought them their rings. Shoko, Masamichi, Nanami, Mei Mei, Haibara, and Utahime were there too.

He looks down at their left hands, bearing matching silver bands.

Warmth floods him. Suguru is his husband. That’s right.

“Where would we be without you two?” Shoko asks with an amused sigh, a mirthful look on her face.

Satoru leans onto his husband’s shoulder. “Dunno. Lucky you, you never have to find out.”

But Satoru does know.

He breathes in abruptly like he’d been pulled from underwater, cold reality once again crashing back into him.

He’s back where Suguru isn’t.

Where the world is without the strongest duo.

A dark existence, indeed.

“I must go now. I wish you luck in this timeline.”

Satoru stares at the ground blankly. It seems he alone is doomed now.

“Thank you.”

For even just a glimpse of us.

a/n: apparently every satosugu truther likes to write more sadness to coexist with the canon sadness. hopefully you liked my contribution—I didn’t add Tsumiki just for ease of plot. That’s a whole web of its own.

[guiltymepleasures]

[Series Review] Trillion Game (2023)

8/10

Full disclosure. I saw so many clips of this that I decided to watch it. And yes, I decided to watch the live-action of My Happy Marriage because of those clips too.

I already saw it on Netflix and was curious but I didn't really want to add it to my long "to-watch" list. But here we are.

I only know two things when I decided to click on that first ep: one, that it was based on a manga and two, that the two actors from My Happy Marriage were here.

The premise was so preposterous you just know you're setting yourself up for yet another drama with impossible feats - and I wasn't wrong. There is no way their start-up company would rise up that quickly. But hey, I stayed for the cast.

Meguro Ren played one-half of the duo, the mastermind and master manipulator, Tennoji Haru, and he did it splendidly. I haven't read the manga so I couldn't really compare it but he gave off that conman street smarts with skills to the dot. He was awfully smiley here too so that was a bonus.

The other half, Taira Manabu, was played by Sano Hayato and though I enjoyed him being the kindhearted computer genius, I can't really say much more about his acting here. This is my first time seeing him and he was okay. He was painfully awkward as his character demanded him to be so there's that. We never really learned why Haru calls him Gaku. I thought we were gonna get a flashback. (Or maybe it was explained but it flew over my head.)

Completing the unlikely trio (from the OG duo) is the adorably cute Takahashi Rinrin played by Fukumoto Riko. I liked her character so much, especially her Torinrin AI ego. It was my first time seeing her in a drama as well and she kept reminding me of another actress. She was the moral compass the group badly needed (of course since Haru didn't have one and Gaku mostly followed Haru).

My favorite character (and actor) hands down was Kokuryu Kirika, played by Imada Mio. First of all, I never realized how deep (and sultry) her voice is. Or maybe she deliberately made it that way for her character, but I loved it. I love her in her boss bitch era. And her looks! Slay after slay! Okay, enough about her because I would be gushing.

The plot points of the drama were so outrageous (join a competition and blatantly cheat to win; make an AI online app but wait, it's not really AI and we will answer all inquiries real-time anywhere; make a game but not really, just say we're making it to get investors). It was a rollercoaster but it was enjoyable if you just go with the flow.

When I say, I stayed for the cast, I think you know which two I meant. I wanted to know what would happen to their characters but alas, this is not a romance manga and we only get a few sprinkles of interactions in each episode. And guess what, I ate those up. They make up 5 of the 8 points I gave tbh. I also liked the Gaku/Rinrin moments. I don't know if these (and the Haru/Kirika) interactions were in the manga or just additions in the series.

So yeah, they said "See you next game!" so I'm going to wait if that actually happens. I also want to know Haru's actual motivation because he clearly doesn't want a trillion dollars just for the heck of it.

[capcavan]

What do you think of Jack and Sheena? On their own and in their interactions with Fox!Riko?

I don't read fics in fandom so I have no clue what fannon people have but there was one post about Jack that went like " he might be asshole but he is fox and so clearly something bad happened to him to be deserving of his spot on team"

And it was a bit funny to see because it had the feel off " you all shouldn't paint him as shallow antagonist when he is a victim too"

But that's basically who riko is as well.

So now that I got my inflamatory intro out of the way let's go.

In talks with @jtl-fics we came to few things.

Jack is not good person . Jack is obsessive raven fanboy. And so jack ending on foxes who were reason for ravens demise is very funny because I don't think he will appreciate the opportunity being on this team really gives him. He won't graduate as fox either kicked off/killed/quits on his own.

Jack would join fox team year after Riko wchih meant riko had already a year to get domesticated go to therapy and just do better . And this is important because the foxes got to know him and know what person he is outside of nest without being manipulated.

But then jack comes along

Jack who wants to see the raven king in action. Jack who grew up holding onto legend of undefeated ravens as his personal inspiration to withstand the abuse in his life.

Jack never wanted to be a fox

He wanted to be raven he wanted to become force so strong nobody would dare to fuck with him (clueles about what was going in the nest and as a child from military family ready to accept whatever abuse ravens went through simply as necessity)

And Jack is just perfect person to get under riko's skin and reignite his god complex

Riko deserves to be captain after all

Kevin was ungratefull bitch for tattooing over 2

Neil and Andrew should be punished for refusing to join perfect court

Of course not all at once

Jack is smart he will play the long game slowly seeding doubt and making riko struggle. Riko does not have strong footing to stand on. He is trusting and very easy to manipulate especially when he is told such nice things like " you were right all along actually and they just want to make you feel bad to restrain you potential" not in those words but with this intent over and over.

Some issues might develop out of this

But the moment literary any of the foxes will realise what is going on jack will have his ass handed to him because nobody wanna deal with this bullshit ever again.

But the point of original post stands

Not every person will develop good copying mehanisms

Not every person will grow up in environment that allows them to be good

Not every abused person becomes victim some people have strong personalities some are groomed to hurt others and some people never meet a presence in their lives who will tell them they were wrong all along. Nobody hurts other people for fun without any underlying issues.

Well foxes just let jack know he was wrong

Whatever he will do with this information is on him at least there's nobody holding gun to his head as he does so.

But since this is fox riko au we already seen the positive version of story unfold and so it's only fitting jack will head the opposite way.

As for Sheena idk anything about her she just sounded like jack's yes-man i guess her part in all that would be trying to isolate riko from his partners and try to take his spot as his girlfriend instead of Renee wchih riko would never allow for - his relationships are extremally important to him and so Sheena was just wasting time and if anything making jack's efforts less fruitful.

[j2lx]

Hi💙 I’d love to participate in your event. I wonder if I can request prompt 13 "You're too perfect for me, you know?" with Suguru geto. Something “realistic” that would align with his true character would be beautiful. Thank you very much💙

A Perfect Fit (Suguru Geto x Reader)

Prompt: GN!#13 ("You're too perfect for me, you know?") with Suguru Geto

Synopsis: Geto always viewed you as too perfect for him, so he tried to stick to what you said, hoping that maybe that'll make him deserving of you. Sometimes you just have to remind your boyfriend that the both of you are perfect, together.

A/n: Thank you for requesting! Sorry it took so long for me to write this! I know you requested for something "realistic" that aligns with his character, so I assumed that you meant the sweet and pure high school Geto (I did say that's how I'll write him on the masterlist so-). Hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: manga spoilers, Geto being very conflicted in what to do but you're there to help him!, you ask Geto to strip but nothing s3xual happens at all, insecurity if you squint

Word count: 1.5k

From the J2LX'S 100 followers event ♡

The world isn't always kind. Geto knew that well enough. Sure, he was a special grade sorcerer, but at what cost? The cost of having to eat curses so that he could use them, manipulate them.

He didn't like that, but what choice did he have? It was his cursed technique, the very thing that made him so powerful. Yet sometimes, he wonders if this cursed technique was called that because it was like a curse upon his body.

And though the world wasn't kind at times, it was the most amazing thing at other times. Geto might have had to suffer and go through all that pain and suffering, but it was worth it… as long as he had you by his side. You, the most precious thing to him, the love of his life, the very thing that keeps him rooted to what he does. And he really couldn't have been more glad to meet you.

~♡~♡~♡~

Geto still remembers the day he confessed to you. Insecure, scared and overall just afraid of rejection. He had liked you since you joined Jujutsu High, but seeing how many other cool, good looking and amazing students there were, he knew he hardly stood a chance.

Geto walked up to you after training one day as you were headed back to your dorm. He didn't really plan out how he was going to ask you out, but he figured he would improvise along the way.

He watched as you were about to open the door to your room, before calling your name from down the corridor where he was standing. You turned around, and he couldn't help but fall in love with you all over again. You were perfect to him. Too perfect.

"Y/n, I- I like you. You're really too perfect and awesome… but I know you probably like someone else, like Satoru who's, you know, just more powerful and cool. B-But I just wanted to tell you I liked you," Geto said hurriedly, his cheeks flushed.

You smile, before heading over to Geto and cupping his face. "Satoru? He's annoying and childish and most definitely not my type. You, on the other hand, are just what I'm looking for. You're so sweet and kind… and I've liked you for a really long time Suguru…" you confessed, your own cheeks heating up.

Geto smiled before hugging you and asking you to go out with him, which of course, you agreed to.

~♡~♡~♡~

The next few years were tough. After the Riko Amanai incident, Geto became a shell of himself. He started to question everything, including if he should fight against what the Jujutsu society wanted. Yet, no matter how much he wanted to, he was reminded of you.

Every night after the incident, you would be right next to him, comforting him as you tried to coax him to sleep. A basic thing like sleeping became tough after the whole incident, so you took it upon yourself to help your boyfriend. You often whispered words of encouragement and reassurance, telling Geto that you faith in him to get over what had happened and bounce back even stronger.

Because of that, Geto couldn't bring himself to kill non-sorcerers. After all you had done for him, all the nights you've stayed up accompanying him, all the hope you had that he'll get better and fight alongside you again with the same passion he used to have, he couldn't bring himself to do what he was tempted to do. He couldn't fight for a society with only sorcerers in it, because he knew that your ideals opposed that, and you would likely part ways with him if he did.

~♡~♡~♡~

The years passed and thanks to all your support, Geto managed to get over the incident. "The past is in the past, and we should just move forward and get stronger from those mistakes we've made," you had told him one night.

And now, he lived by what you said, because your words are what kept him from potentially ruining the world. You were his everything. The light that helped him through the darkest nights. The person he would never fail to return to after each mission, including the one he had just finished.

Pushing open the door to your shared apartment, Geto immediately called your name. He was then greeted by your footsteps running down the hallway and before he knew it, he was being embraced in a tight hug from you. You looked up at him and smiled warmly, instantly making Geto feel less tired and much happier.

After the two of you had a relaxing shower, you cuddled with him on the bed. But not long after, you realised you had forgotten something very important.

"Suguru, strip," you ordered, staring at your boyfriend intently.

"HUH?! WHAT?!"

"I. Said. Strip," you repeated, your voice laced with threat.

Geto didn't know what was going on, but he did so anyway. You immediately started staring at his body intently, before moving closer to him and touching his body all around.

"Baby… what are you doing," Suguru asked as you continued examining his body.

"Checking for injuries," you replied as you moved from checking his neck to his chest. Your hands were warm, he noted. It felt nice and relaxing after coming back from a mission. Yet, he knew that he should stop your extremely thorough check of his body before he froze in your room. The air conditioning was on afterall.

"Baby," he said slowly as he moved away from you a little, causing you to stop checking his body, "I'm fine. I would've told you if I got injured, really. So can I please wear my clothes now?"

You hesitated for a moment. Geto used to hide his scars from you back when you were both in high school, because he thought that you'll view him as weak. You discovered one of his scars by accident when the both of you were sparring one day, and made him promise not to hide his injuries from you anymore. He promised, only on the condition that you wouldn't either. And since then, he never once did hide his scars or bruises.

Recently, you had gotten suspicious though. Geto was sent out on multiple special grade missions, only to come back with zero injuries? Of course you knew your boyfriend was strong, but not sustaining a single injury after 6 special grade missions in a row sounded a little unconvincing. Which was what led you to this sudden examination of his body.

~♡~♡~♡~

After putting his clothes back on, Geto pulled you onto his lap and cuddled with you. You both basked in the comfortable silence until he asked, "Why did you suddenly do that baby? I thought I promised you that I'll tell you when I get hurt?"

You buried your face in his chest before telling him what you thought. You expected him to be offended that you underestimated his abilities that much, but he only smiled and kissed the top of your head. He told you to look up at him, and once you did, he pressed his lips against yours.

"I know you were worried, baby. But since that incident years ago, I really took what you said to heart. I've gotten stronger now, yeah? And I'm gonna make sure I protect you from anything now that I am. Besides, I wouldn't break my promise with you," Geto whispered after pulling away from the kiss. You smiled and snuggled into his chest, muttering that he's really amazing and powerful now.

"You're too perfect for me, you know?" Geto suddenly said, causing you to jerk your head up to look at him. " You're always looking out for me and taking care of me despite being busy with missions too. And you're so strong baby, a first grade sorcerer who's being considered to be promoted to being a special grade. You're so kind, so cute, so amazing. I don't think I deserve you but I'm so glad to have you in my life."

You frowned slightly, stroking his face gently as you replied, "I'm not too perfect for you Suguru. You're such a gentleman and you're always looking out for me too. Not to mention that you always make sure I'm not overworking myself by bringing me out for dates and making sure I sleep on time. You're strong too, a special grade sorcerer no less. You said it when you first confessed to me too, that I was too perfect. But I think we're a perfect match honestly… So don't say things like I'm too perfect for you. I love you so much Suguru and I'll always be here for you."

Geto started to tear up at that. Maybe it was because deep down inside, he really thought that he didn't deserve you, or maybe it's because he was tired after a long day and your reassurance just made him feel better. Nonetheless, Geto knew that you truly meant what you said, and that's all that mattered.

"I love you too baby," he replied, pressing his forehead against yours.

You smiled, pressing another kiss to Geto's lips, entangling your hand in his long hair. He laughed a little before kissing you more passionately, hand rubbing your back gently.

You both were perfect for each other, two halves that fit perfectly to form one whole.

Sorry I got a little carried away =")) I kind of went off track and just made it the whole relationship story, I couldn't help myself. 😔 Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed reading!

© @j2lx, 2022

[peachsayshi]

i just wanna say i’m glad i have found my people!! when that whole thing about gege saying gojo couldn’t be faithful to a woman i immediately took it as he COULDNT, not that he necessarily WOULDNT. i have always taken it as him being the strongest sorcerer means leaving a target on his and his loved one’s backs, or just generally not wanting any distractions. or even maybe his own personal demons… *cough*geto*cough* but it blew my mind that people ran with gojo the womanizer after that as if the man hasn’t proven he is an actual marshmallow inside. it’s still fun to joke about.

i also have a question that i’m curious about. do you separate geto from pre and post darkness take over? or do you think about one more than the other? before geto seemed to want to be polite, follow the rules, trying to uphold shaman standards… do you think he ever really wanted to live by shaman standards, it was all an act, and he was always a manipulative dark man that was just waiting for something to click? sometimes i find myself with hcs for two very different people when it’s only meant to be him 🙃 i hope that even made sense

Anon! 💖 I'm answering your q's below since this is a little long:

I agree! I feel like the fandom really just dwindled Gojo's character down to either an idiot or some type of playboy and while I think it's fun to explore characters in whatever version you choose to see them, I can't help but be a little protective over Gojo 🥺 I feel like his immature behavior shouldn't equate to him being so two dimensional ...but I'll stop myself from rambling!

This is an interesting question!!

A part of me wants to separate Geto as the "good" version and "bad" version, but honestly that's hard to do. I feel like Gege does a great job at emphasizing the qualities of humanity - in which nobody in the world is perfect, and the constant question of morals and reason are one of the major themes in the story itself.

There is tragedy in being a jujutsu sorcerer, and what I love about the story is that they highlight that.

As evil as Suguru was, he embodies the morally grey character really well to me - the turning point of what made him become a villain is rooted in a reason that I can empathize with, which was Riko's death.

I think he's always had an ego, which is why I'm not surprised about his ability to be able to manipulate, but I think Riko's death was his biggest failure and maybe even had him questioning the purpose of his responsibilities that he once strived to uphold. I also think that's the point where his own darkness starts to make it's presence known, and I think for somebody who once was following the "right" path, it must have been difficult for him not to cross over, especially when he was so impacted by what happened.

Suguru still really cares, because his snaps after finding Mimiko & Nanako caged and beaten. He immediately sees himself in those two girls, and I think that was his deciding factor.

My point is, his reasons for being "bad" are still centered around compassionate emotions. Like, a good contrast would be Mahito, who I feel like is evil for evil's sake.

I literally just read a SatoSugu fic today by @half-baked-biscuit and she said this line which I feel like perfectly describes Suguru's character: “...I learned I’m only appreciated for what I can do, not for who I am.”

His downfall fed into some crazy ideals, but honestly all I keep seeing is somebody who is broken. I think in a way he balances Gojo's character really well - because as Gojo grew stronger and began to follow the path that Suguru was already leading, Geto just wound up crashing and burning in the end.

This is the reason why I love villains/morally grey characters because they are so multi-dimensional and complex as hell! I totally get what you're saying, but I think the fun part of Suguru's character is understanding that he is neither inherently good or evil 😊

I'm so sorry for rambling...I literally just love him so much lmao

let's chat

[jgnico]

hi nico! do you think it's possible for the higher-ups to be in collusion with kenjaku? utahime has proposed the existence of a traitor between the higher-ups before when mechamaru was disclosed as one. but is it possible that not only one but them as a unit are 'betraying' the school and the jujutsu society? in terms of fearing getting their power, could they have agreed on a plan to emprison gojo while supporting kenjaku? or would they never agree to such thing because of the danger of kenjaku's plan? I hope this isn't a messy question, would love to hear your thoughts on it and if you have any theory on the matter 😊

I've actually thought that Kenjaku was connected to the higher-ups for quite some time now, but I don't think he'd be working with all of them. For all of their (many, many) faults, the higher-ups do want to preserve Jujutsu Society, so their goals and Kenjaku's are on opposite ends of that spectrum.

Rather, I think that Kenjaku pretended to be one of them in between Yuuji's birth and Geto's death so that he could pull strings when and where he needed to to ensure that whatever they were doing wouldn't jeopardize his future plans. And so far everything that's happened in connection to the school --even during the Flashback Arc-- has worked out in his favor.

Side Note: It is interesting to me that when Geto is brought up as the perfect puzzle piece for Kenjaku's plans -- "then came along a boy with Curse Manipulation" ch. 145-- it shows teenage Geto. Not the adult version of Geto that Kenjaku is inhabiting or even post-defection Curse User Geto, but Geto as a student. So that's a fun detail to think about.

Another option would be Kenjaku working behind the scenes at the Star Vessel Association --which later becomes Geto's cult-- because they were incredibly well funded and well-informed for people that apparently didn't have any actual connection to Jujutsu Society. Which is why the higher-ups never deal with them post-Riko; they aren't operated by Curse Users, just normal humans, despite having the necessary knowledge and connections to hire someone like Toji --a "sorcerer-killer" that's completely disconnected from Cursed Energy (fate) and makes it possible for Tengen to evolve because him killing Riko meant that no other Star Plasma Vessels would ever replace her.

Both are ideas that make sense to me, I just don't think that Kenjaku lucked out on having the stars align perfectly for him. I don't think that he's the type of person to leave anything involving his plans up to chance, and we've seen from his actions concerning Yuuji that he's comfortable playing the long-con to get what he wants.

[abduct-me-helen]

Class 108′s Apocalypse Field Trip | Chapter 3.

Katie was the first one to recover, turning her knife on Mr. Sims and charging forward. Martin yanked him out of the way.

“Woah! Woah, woah. Hey!” he said, waving his arms to get her to calm down.

“Katie.” Rosie barked, which in that tone meant “stand down.”

Katie withdrew, not taking her eyes off her former teacher. “You can’t be real. You obviously aren’t human, and-”

“If you put down the knife, I promise I’ll give you answers.” Jon said, hands up and breathing steady.

Katie glanced over to Rosie, who narrowed her eyes in thought then gave a quick nod. She begrudgingly lowered her weapon, eyes still locked with the two newcomers in the room.

There was a moment of silence.

“What the fuck just happened?” Riko asked, slipping her glasses off in disbelief.

“I…I smited him.” Jon answered awkwardly. “Okay, how about we get everyone in here and then we can have…a class.”

“A class.” Katie deadpanned. Jon nodded, and she shrugged, standing up and gesturing for Riko to come with her while she fetched Elliot and Raphi, who were still in the other classroom. Probably kissing. Ugh.

An awkward silence filled the air, before Tabitha turned to the window and tilted her head. “Who opened the blinds?”

The rest of the kids shook their heads, and Tabitha sighed, turning the rod to the right and shutting the outside world out of sight.

“Eyeball daddy must’ve wanted to say hi.” she said thoughtfully.

Jon choked, and Martin had a look of mild horror on his face as he patted Jon’s back to stop him from coughing.

“E-exuse me?” he stammered.

Tabitha was unfazed.

“Eyeball daddy. You know, the great voyeur? The big smexy eyeball in the sky?”

Martin keeled over wheezing while Jon dropped his jaw.

“The-the Beholding?!” “Smexy?!”

Tabitha wrinkled her nose. “That’s a stupid name. All hail eyeball daddy.”

“All hail eyeball daddy.” The rest of the kids said in unison, looking bored. It was more of a reflex for them at this point.

Martin and Jon shared a look of horror, before Riko entered with Katie, Elliot and Raphi following her.

“Okay then, take a seat. I’ll explain, but, it isn’t pretty.”

“Really? The apocalypse isn’t pretty? I had no idea!” Raphi snarked. Elliot batted him on the head, and Jon was painfully reminded of a similar interaction between Tim and Sasha in the past.

No, he thought, there’s no time to dwell on that.

“There are fourteen entities called the fears that previously existed in a different place outside of our universe. They all have domain over different fears, and people that serve them get…abilities in exchange for feeding the-”

“Like the spiders! And the masked people! And the-” Tabitha cut herself off, “sorry. I’m getting ahead of myself,” she muttered, wringing her hands and tapping her foot.

“No, go on.” Jon prompted her to continue.

She hesitated. “W-we’ve just been noticing patterns…I call them categories. They’re like…really angry colors? If that makes sense?”

Jon looked impressed. “And you just figured all that out?”

She nodded.

He sighed. “Well, you’re not wrong. These “really angry colors” are called the fear powers. Some think them alike to gods, but they don’t have any true motives other than to feed. They aren’t like humans in that respect. They have no motivation.”

The class watched, enraptured as he continued his explanation.

“There’s the Slaughter, fear of war and violence. The Lonely, fear of isolation. The Web, fear of-”

“Being controlled.” Rosie said quietly. Jon nodded.

“Exactly. And-”

“Spiders.” Tabitha shivered, remembering being cocooned in their webs; the feeling of legs crawling over her skin and weaving her in threat.

Jon made a gesture to show that she was right. He continued to explain the rest of the fear powers, until he stopped abruptly.

“And then there’s the Eye.” He said, looking to the closed window. He realized he was running a tape recorder, but at this point he couldn’t care less. The Eye saw everything anyway.

“Wait, hold on, how do you even know any of this?” Elliot asked him, eyes narrowed.

Jon sighed. “Getting to that.”

“The Eye-”

“Eyeball daddy-” “shut up Tabitha-”

“-is the fear of being watched, or being known. I know this one better than all the others, because I…serve it.”

“You what?!” Riko exclaimed, and Katie inched towards her knife.

“I wasn’t exactly given a choice,” he said shortly, rubbing his temples with his palm. “I assume you all know the Magnus Institute?”

Rosie nodded hesitantly. They’d all done their fair share of research on their enigma of a teacher. You would too, if someone like him showed up out of the blue and said cryptic things all the time.

Things that made far more sense these days then she would’ve liked.

“Well, the position of the Archivist, which is what I am, is more or less a trap. You can’t quit, and you become very connected to the Eye. It…changes you.”

“That’s ominous.” Katie muttered. Jon ignored her.

“What’s your connection to all this?” Riko questioned skeptically.

“That’s,” Jon breathed, “that’s a long story.”

“Cut out the boring bits and tell us; it’s not like we have anything better to do.” Elliot shrugged.

“Well, I suppose I started the whole thing.”

“What?!-” “No!-” “How dare you-” “I will fuck you up-”

A chorus of anger erupted in the room, and Martin stepped to the left of Jon’s side.

“He didn’t start it. He’s just guilty about-.”

“If I had fought it-”

“You know full well that wouldn’t have worked. I’m tired of you trying to make yourself the villain.” He stared Jon down begrudgingly.

“Look,” Martin sighed, “I’ll explain since he sees it fit to make himself out to be the enemy here. Our boss, Elias Bouchard, who is actually Jonah Magnus but back to that later, manipulated him. He basically had him marked by all the fourteen fears, and then forced him to complete the ritual that opened the eye. He had no choice in the matter.”

Katie withdrew, and they all relaxed.

“It’s not your fault, then, Mr. Sims.” Sydney said with furrowed brows.

He shook his head. “I…if I hadn’t opened that letter then none of this would’ve happened. I’ve done some bad things.”

“l laughed while one of my best mates got murdered,” Said Tabitha, getting off a desk covered in sharpie doodles.

Jon sighed. “You were under the influence of the Web.”

“And you were under the influence of the eye. How is that different?”

Jon ran a hand through his hair, looking to Martin, who was gazing down on him expectantly. “Fine, yes, I see your point.”

Tabitha nodded, satisfied.

“Why were you here in the first place?” Elliot asked.

“The Eye tells me where to go, and when I found out all of you were alive I decided I needed to come back for you.” Jon answered him, looking to the closed window briefly.

“Come back for us? But we’re safest here!” Sydney protested.

Jon hesitated. “They Eye preserved you because of your connection to me, at least, that’s what I think. It might have been Elias, maybe as a gift? But if I choose to…reject this “present” then you’ll each be thrown into different domains.”

Beat.

“Well fuck.” Tabitha said.

“Language.” Jon said half-heartedly.

“What are you going to do, send her to the principal?” Raphi retorted sarcastically. Tabitha tilted her head towards him and raised her eyebrow at Jon, signifying her agreement

A few people grumbled in agreement, before a pall of silence took over the room.

“Where are we going, anyway?” Asked Cal, who’d been uncharacteristically silent while processing all that had happened.

Jon clenched his fist. “The Panopticon.”

“You mean the tower? That’s not far from here!” Elliot told him.

“Yes, but…space doesn’t work like it used to. We’re going to have to venture through every domain until we can reach it.”

“And what’s the plan?” Katie questioned, expression blank.

“Don’t die? And reset the world” Martin offered.

“That’s it?” Katie said incredulously, her tone affronted.

“It’s a work in progress.” Jon defended.

“Oh well fuck-” “We’re screwed-” “Eyeball daddy, I’m coming for you-” “Bold of you guys to assume I don’t want to die-” “Cypress are you okay-” “If I get into hell I call lava bath-”

Jon facepalmed.

Martin was honestly both concerned and impressed about how they were handling this. If it was him, at this age he would’ve been freaking out and crying, not complaining.

“How are you so calm about this?” He asked, brows furrowed in surprise.

Raphi shrugged. “We’re Gen Z. We had lockdown drills all the time preparing us for a shooter, and once you think of that shit enough it’s not like you aren’t surprised when it happens. We’ve never been afraid of dying, we’re just afraid of watching the world burn,” the other kids nodded in agreement, “and look where that fucking got us.”

Martin was honestly stunned, but he chose not to comment.

“How poetic of you, Raph.” Elliot cooed.

“Oh, fuck off.”

There was a bittersweet moment of hesitation, before Tabitha yelled. “We’re going to win this, fuckers! We have the power of God and Anime on our side! Hiya!” She did the motions from the vine, and the rest of the class followed.

“Hiya!”

-

“List?” Rosie asked, checking supplies off her clipboard.

“Check!”

“Everyone have a weapon or something they can use as one? No, Elliot, I do not count your “bulging muscles” as a weapon. Stop pouting.”

“Check!”

“Everyone grab a buddy. Sydney will be with Tabitha and I, so everyone else should be in pairs. I think that’s everything.”

Rosie turned to Jon and Martin, who were waiting for her to finish the roll call. Jon raised an eyebrow.

Rosie rolled her eyes. “It helps to have some semblance of order here.”

Martin elbowed him, and Jon grumbled something Rosie didn’t understand.

And so, class 108 started their field trip.

-

“Elliot! Raphi! Cypress! Stop making videos! We need to move.” Jon called irritably, annoyed at the loud, bad music that these kids were filming themselves dancing to. It made absolutely no sense to him.

He didn’t like it.

“But we’re doing Tik Toks, Mr. Sims!” Cypress called back.

“You-you’re doing what?” Jon asked confusedly.

“Tik Toks!” Elliot repeated, which did not help at all.

“I-what’s a Tik Tok?” Jon ran his hands through his hair.

“Google-y-eyes it!” Elliot answered.

“Not funny.” He muttered, already getting a headache.

“It was, actually. His puns are great.” Raphi, who’s hearing was only secondary to Katie in the class rankings, (they made a list a few years back), heard him muttering and shouted to him without stopping the dance.

“Fine-what the hell is that?” Jon said, affronted as he began to Know what these “Tik Toks” were.

Insidious.

“That’s a Tik Tok Mr. Sims!” Cypress told him.

“Why are they dancing?”

“To get Tik Tok famous Mr. Sims!”

Jon was notably distressed, so he took out a cigarette and discretely lit it.

Tabitha whipped towards him. “Chris, is that a WEED?”

“W-what?”

“I’m calling the police!”

Christ, these kids were going to be the death of him.

[percontaion-points]

King’s Men chapter 15

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Chapter 15

"By now Kengo knows my father's dead and I'm alive. Worse, he knows the FBI has already talked to me. He has to make a decision on me one way or the other. Will Riko risk making the first move?"

The dude has publicly attacked the foxes, and Neil admitted to reporters multiple times about having been with the ravens over the winter break.

I know that I talk about Neil being 99 cents short of a dollar, but Riko is up there with how stupid he is. I think that Riko is worse because he thinks that his ego, his talent at exy, and his daddy can save him from any situation.

"They touched what they never should have. By erasing your tattoo they've swept him aside as insignificant. Riko won't tolerate that."

So Riko is going to...??? Punish Neil??? For having been kidnapped and his face burned off? I mean, as I said, Riko isn't exactly going to join MENSA anytime soon, but this is scraping the bottom of the intelligence barrel here.

Andrew clapped his hand over Neil's mouth and kept it there until going to his knees meant he couldn't reach anymore.

Is this the part that all of the reviews warned me about? How the plot goes flying out the window because the author was apparently bored with her own story, so we just get porn instead?

"I hate everything about you anyway," Andrew said.

This is such a shitty, toxic relationship. If one of them was a girl, the world would have been screaming at her to get away. But from what I'm gathering in the AFTG fandom, this gets an automatic pass simply because they're gay?

"You do like the mountains, don't you?"

"I cut through them once," Neil said. "We didn't stay.”

The mountains, they say, like there's literally one single mountain range in the entire world. DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING BIG THE GODDAMNED ROCKIES ARE? HOW ABOUT THE FUCKING APPALACHIAN?!

JFC get some goddamned perspective...  

"You should have thrown my file away," Neil said at last. "You should have walked away when I threw your contract back in your face. But you took a chance on me and you brought me here. You saved my life. Three times," Neil said, "you've saved my life. I can't just say 'thank you' for that."

Really? That's the take-away that Neil's getting from any of this? That the man who refused to accept “no” for an answer, whose offer to play exy for 5 years against Neil's better judgment and questionable measure of self-safety... SHOULD BE THANKED?!

Maybe it is better to have come out on the other side of this, especially after the half-life Neil had been living. But everything that Neil went through could have gone wrong in a heart-beat, and this could have ended in another funeral.

He'd laid the groundwork for Aaron and Andrew's therapy and it'd been weeks since Aaron first muscled his way into one of Andrew's sessions, but this was the first hint that they were actually doing something real with that time.

With the literal mafia shit that's been happening, I literally forgot about the Aaron/Andrew subplot.

Trigger warning: rape discussion

"Just wondering how you went from your whole I-don't-date high horse to Andrew's bed," Aaron said. "Either you were lying to us to hide the fact you're a flamer, or you saw Drake rape Andrew and realized he's easy prey."

This is literally the first time that Andrew's rape had been brought up. I was under the impression that we were just supposed to have forgotten about it, and just accepted that Andrew wanted to bang Neil, for some reason. That even the older rapes no longer mattered.

But now that Aaron mentions it...

He didn't care how much it hurt so long as he could pull Andrew closer, and he let Andrew take him apart until he couldn't think anymore.

Chapter 15 summary: The next morning, they talk about how Riko is going to react upon seeing Neil's burned face. Neil however feels like he has nothing more to fear from Riko, and continues to call Kevin out for bowing to Riko's reign of terror.

Neil goes to the bathroom, where Andrew helps him with his injuries, and puts these plastic bags all over him so that he can get a shower. Andrew joins him, although... I think that both of them are more or less fully dressed? It gets steamy, but the only just make out a little.

After that, the foxes then go to brunch, where they decide that there's still a bit of spring break left, so Allison books them a cabin for the rest of their holiday. However, they can't leave right away, because Neil has to go to a check-up with Abby, so they go back to the stadium. Once there, Neil randomly thanks David for having picked him, and kind of forcing Neil into this situation. As I said above: don't reward that kind of shit behavior. Kevin comes over, and says that despite the FBI's best plans to hide the foxes and what happened with Neil, the press somehow caught wind of it. Kevin and David go into David's office, where Neil knows that Kevin is felling David that he's the father. Neil goes back to the others and tells them this, too. This news is met with surprise.

They then pack up and drive out to the cabin in the mountains that Allison rented. There's a lot of padding, and they all get drunk, including Neil. Nicky kind of comments about Neil's drinking, but it's heavily implied that Neil doesn't have anything to fear anymore, so no reason not to. However, the book quickly reminds us of the sour Aaron/Andrew situation, and how Aaron is a piece of shit, regardless. They've been going to therapy together, but it's clearly not enough. Aaron calls Neil out, and reminds him of Andrew's past sexual abuse. Says that Neil is obviously taking advantage of Andrew and manipulating him.

This goes nowhere, and they all get drunk. Neil goes into one of the bedrooms with Andrew and they hold each other.

[neil-jortson]

Soulmate au where you can see the number of miles your partner is from you (Kevin x Neil)

When Kevin used to travel with his mom the numbers on his wrist would change constantly and drastically. Some days it would be as little as 200, other days it was thousands of miles.

Once his moms died it stayed close to 370 miles. It would fluctuate at random points of his 16 hour day but he found the change comforting. At least his soulmate got to leave.

One day Kevin’s excitement grew as the number on his wrist was less and less. Maybe his soulmate has come to save him like in the stories.

His soulmate has not come to save him, in fact his soulmate brought with him the most disturbing day of Kevin’s life.

To top it all off, when riko and Nathaniel were off playing games nathaniels mother pulled him off to the side to warn him: “never say the number out loud on your wrist Kevin, if you do it’ll disappear and you’ll never know how close your soulmate is ever again.”

Kevin has never heard of such a thing but an adult had told it to him and he’s better safe than sorry so he kept his mouth shut

He never talked about his soulmate, especially after Nathaniel had “been killed”

Kevin knew he wasn’t dead because his numbers kept changing although this time it wasn’t Kevin putting the large numbers between them

Riko would use his number, or lack thereof, as a manipulation tactic because “how are you supposed to be the best if your soulmate doesn’t even care enough about you to come and find you?”

It wasn’t until his time with the foxes that Kevin learned what Mary has told him was well and truly false. It actually took Nicky saying his number out loud “four thousand six hundred and forty six miles” and watching for any disturbance of his wrist for Kevin to believe them

Kevin was really happy when his number was under three thousand. Nathaniel was back in the states. Kevin kept an eye on the news about Nathan, not like he believed he could do anything but just to ease his mind

The foxes would pester Kevin with questions about his soulmate (probably trying to settle bets he’d wager) but he never told them about Nathaniel. He doesn’t really know why he doesn’t talk about him. Kevin just feels that the memory of him is private and he shouldn’t have to share details with the foxes.

He talks to Wymack about it though and Abby. It’s only briefly and when he’s drunk. He tells wymack late one night on his couch that he’s already met his soulmate. He’s this little firecracker of a boy and that he sometimes wishes he’d never left the trail even if it meant being stuck in the nest with Kevin. Wymack tries to ask about the “trial” and who his soulmate was but Kevin passed out on the couch without another word

Kevin was surprised to find that as his numbers were falling, Nathan wesniski had been imprisioned for tax fraud

One of the most long standing numbers Kevin has had was just over 2000 miles. He would look at it on occasion. During class or changing out before practice and think to himself “one day.” One day he would see Nathaniel again.

While looking through the stacks of recruits he stumbled upon a boy who played like he had everything to lose. He barely glanced at the photo at the top of the folder and instead watched the way he ran and gave everything to the game. He knew he had to have him on the team.

When they got on the plane to go recruit Josten, Kevin was filled with anxious energy. He was not only worried about recruiting Josten but he wondered what would happen with his numbers while they were on their way to Arizona.

Kevin found that the best distraction for it all was to open an exy magazine and not read the pages but instead watch as the number on his wrist dwindled down the closer they got to their destination.

Kevin was excited at the prospect of seeing Nathaniel again but Nathaniel? Nathaniel was terrified.

Nathaniel has grown up with stories of soulmates and was excited to meet his

While they were on the trip to play exy in the biggest stadium he had ever seen, Nathaniel tugged on his mother’s sleeve and whispered in her ear: “look mommy my number is dropping”

Mary knew what she needed to do. If the moriyamas ever found out that they had a child with a built in GPS to find her son, they would surely be dead. All she had to do was find out who in the building was her sons soulmate and force them to never speak about it ever again.

Although she was successful, it was always a major concern while they were on the run. At any point in time Kevin could slip up and kill them both.

She knew she couldn’t be tracked because her soulmate had died in a car accident when she was 13. Nathan didn’t have a soulmate. He didn’t have numbers at all.

She refused to allow Nathaniel, Abram, Stefan, and all the other iterations of him to engage with exy in any form. The more you can forget about your soulmate the safer we will be. She added this to her list of rules “never let your number get to zero. If your number gets to zero, you’re dead”

After the final game of Neil’s exy career (one rule already broken) Neil glanced at his wrist 1 it read

His breathing picked up

0

He started to panic. It was disrupted by his coach telling him “there’s someone here to see you”

Neil ran

He ran until he was stopped by an exy racket slamming directly into his stomach.

He laid there waiting for his inevitable demise when he heard a voice say “god damn it minyard this is why we can’t have nice things”

Neil tried to keep up with the conversation but he finally tuned back in to hear Wymack say “I didn’t fly three people out here for you to say no”

All Neil could do was breathe out the name “Kevin” before he emerged from the shadows

Kevin looked down at him and it clicked “Nathaniel” he said breathlessly

“Don’t call me that”

“Why”

“That’s not my name”

“Okay, well, Neil please join us”

“You know I can’t”

“I know”

“Then you see why this can’t happen”

Kevin nods his head

“Did you tell them?”

Kevin shakes his head vigorously

“Give me the paperwork” Neil chokes out

[gluupor]

Hi! Would you ever consider writing a Harry Potter au?

Neil felt completely out of place, standing with the gaggle of first years waiting to get sorted into their houses. At least none of the eleven-year-olds were actually taller than he was, although there were a couple girls who had obviously had early growth spurts who came close.

Unlike the excited first years, who were all whispering and looking around in awe and elbowing each other and pointing, he tried to project an air of calm indifference. At fifteen, he was too old for such displays, despite the fact that he’d never seen the Great Hall before and felt the urge to stare like a slack-jawed yokel at the long tables and enchanted ceiling.

Instead, he studied the sea of people. He kept his eyes away from the head table, not knowing which teachers were skilled legilimens; his occlumency had never been as good as his mother had wished.

The thought of his mother gave him a dull pang. She had never wanted him to come to Hogwarts, had gone to pains to prevent him from doing so, but in the end it was her fault he was here. Her untimely death last year meant that the charm she had cast on him that hid his existence and location from the magic that controlled the Hogwarts welcome letters had broken. With no other options, he hadn’t been able to resist the lure of a warm bed and provided meals. He hadn’t been able to deny his intense desire to learn magic properly.

He pushed away thoughts of his mother and focused on his surroundings. He could see that the main focus of most of the first year whispers and pointing was the tall, dark-haired boy sitting at the Slytherin table, prefect badge glinting in the candlelight. Caoimhin Day (or Kevin, as his adopted English family had insisted on) was well-known in the wizarding world. He was the Boy Who Lived, the one who had somehow survived a killing curse from the Dark Lord when he was only a year old. His mother had been struck down in front of him, but the only mark Kevin had received was a dark tattoo-like scar on his cheekbone.

Neil glanced briefly at Kevin’s left hand. It was mottled with black; spell damage from his highly publicized fight against the resurrected Dark Lord at the Ministry of Magic last June. There were other, less obvious, indications of the fight: Kevin was flanked by Renee Walker and Allison Reynolds, instead of his usual companions Riko Moriyama and Jean Moreau. The two of them had been among the students who hadn’t returned to Hogwarts this year, their parents throwing their support behind the Dark Lord. In fact, the entire Slytherin table seemed much less populated than it should have been.

Neil spotted other members of Kevin’s secret defense group that had infiltrated the ministry: Danielle Wilds and Matthew Boyd were over at the Gryffindor table, Aaron Minyard and Katelyn Patil were whispering together surrounded by Ravenclaws, Nicholas Hemmick and his cousin, Aaron’s twin, Andrew Minyard were sitting among the Hufflepuffs.

Andrew was staring at Neil, his expression hostile. He looked from Neil to Kevin and back again, apparently having seen Neil’s interest in Kevin’s injury. It was common knowledge that Andrew had pledged to protect Kevin against anyone who would harm him. Neil hardened his expression and tilted his chin in challenge. He hadn’t been doing anything wrong. He didn’t want anything to do with Kevin and there was no way they would be housemates, anyway.

Other than the sensationalist reporting of the events of last June, Neil remembered Andrew from the newspaper coverage of Kevin’s Sorting. Op-eds had been written about the Wizarding world’s saviour being sorted into Slytherin. Had the curse changed him, was the question. Why else would the stalwart son of heroic Gryffindor Kayleigh Day be placed with the nasty, dark Slytherins? Andrew had been brought up as evidence that the Sorting Hat was going senile. Surely such a joyless, destructive child belonged among the Slytherins and not with the cheerful, hard working Hufflepuffs.

The Moriyamas, who had raised Kevin, had enough money and clout that the uproar fizzled almost as soon as it had begun.

Neil recalled how his mother had reacted to finding him reading the Daily Prophet. How angry she had been to know that he was still looking for news from the Wizarding world. He’d been bruised for a week following that altercation. Magic, she’d told him, was poison. All it did was draw attention to him, make him special, when they had to be as muggle and unexceptional as possible. The only spells she’d taught him were ones that could keep them hidden. He’d been working hard all summer with his mother’s wand (his own had underage restrictions on it) and a battered old copy of the Standard Book of Spells in order to catch up to his peers. Despite his work, he knew he was going to be behind in everything except for Defense Against the Dark Arts, which was both incredibly important in these dark times and taught by an incompetent fool.

“Before we get to the sorting,” said the Deputy Headmistress, “we have a special case this year. A new student, previously homeschooled, is joining our class of fifth years. Neil Josten, please step forward.”

Neil immediately felt like bolting when it seemed like thousands of curious eyes turned on him. He tamped down the urge to flatten his hair, or to run to the nearest mirror to make sure his colour-changing charm on his hair and eyes was still in effect. Instead, he walked forward to where the Sorting Hat was sitting on what appeared to be the world’s most uncomfortable stool.

He braced himself. This had been the reason his mother had insisted that he could never come to Hogwarts. Sure, if he stayed in one place it was guaranteed that his father would find him, but the real danger came from the Hat that could see everything inside his head. He made sure his occlumency shields were as strong as he could make them before he sat and had the Hat placed on his head.

Hmmm, said the Hat in his ear as soon as it was placed on his head. Neil Josten, eh? It sounded dubious and teasing, as if it knew who he was and was making fun of him for trying to hide it. Sure, I can call you that.

“That is my name.”

Currently, that is true. What a marvellous piece of magic this identity-changing spell is. It was your mother who made it, I suppose. She was always a remarkably clever witch. It was very hard to sort her. She had the cunning of a Slytherin, the wit and creativity of a Ravenclaw, and the unspeakable courage of a Gryffindor.

Neil swallowed and didn’t answer.

But that is neither here nor there, continued the Hat. Where should I put you?

“Not Slytherin,” whispered Neil. Anywhere far away from the only person who could recognize him. He was planning on staying as far away from Kevin as he could. “Ravenclaw, maybe.” He could pretend to be a shy bookworm. He wouldn’t need friends and he could focus on his lessons and ignore everything that was happening around him.

The Hat seemed to snort in disdain. You are capable of being intelligent and creative, but you are not a Ravenclaw, it admonished. You have courage, a martyr streak, although it is hidden beneath your mother’s lessons, so not a Gryffindor. Loyalty, though… you have a bone-deep vein of loyalty that can be unearthed.

“Hufflepuff, then.” He didn’t particularly want to be in the same house as Andrew Minyard, but it was the better of his two remaining options. “Not Slytherin.”

But you would do so well in Slytherin, said the Hat. You are ambitious and cunning and clever and manipulative. In Slytherin, you would shine.

“Not Slytherin.” Neil was desperate. “I can’t be near him.”

Ah, came the Hat’s voice, sounding very sage, but before the end he is going to need you. “SLYTHERIN!” it shouted out to the entire Hall.

Neil closed his eyes in defeat, before removing the Hat and handing it back. He briefly considered setting the damn thing on fire.

He headed to the Slytherin table, trying to slot himself unobtrusively at the end but Allison Reynolds caught his arm and forced him to come sit with the other fifth years. Kevin barely looked at him, except to give him a cool look of indifference.

The hair on the back of Neil’s neck rose, and he turned in his seat to find Andrew Minyard’s malevolent glare still focused on him. Without words or gestures he was able to get his point across. He was watching Neil and he wasn’t going to let him near Kevin, sharing a room or not.

Neil buried his head in his arms. This was already getting too complicated. All he’d wanted was a quiet year at Hogwarts, keeping to himself, learning magic, and maybe playing Quidditch.

He had a sinking feeling that he wasn’t going to be that lucky.