#like suguru with his devotion + need for community ………

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

kenjaku is such a mixed bag of character traits it stresses me out 💀💀 they r an onion and i am dutifully peeling layer after layer……

[halbravd]

aib characters and how they fuck you.

characters: chishiya shuntaro, ryohei arisu, kuina hikaru, niragi suguru, sunato banda.

content warning: don’t read if you’re under eighteen, gender neutral reader.

chishiya fucks you with passion. it’s hard for someone like him to fall in love, but when he does, he does fall hard. it’s sometimes agonizingly slow and deep, sometimes fast and rough, but never brutal. he’s not a vocal type of guy but all you need to know can be seen through his eyes — always on you, one of his hands gently pinning your hips down while the other is wrapped around your shoulders to keep you as close to him as he can. it’s his own personal way to express his love and admiration for you, his lips travelling from your closed eyelids to your lips, swallowing your moans as he keeps pleasuring both you and himself. 

arisu fucks your with all the love he has to give. he worships every inch of your body, always reminding you about how gorgeous you are. he kisses your insecurities away, holds your hands in his, making sure your pleasure comes first at all time. ‘is it okay if i do this?’ — always asks for permission whenever he’d like to try something you, his eyes glued on yours to find the smallest bit of pain or discomfort. his biggest fear is to hurt you so he’s always very careful, handling you like you’re a porcelain doll. 

kuina fucks you with devotion. it’s always painfully sweet and gentle, her hands all over your body from cupping your face to caressing your lower back, tracing imaginary patterns all over the skin. there’s no such things at not taking her time with you — you’re the canvas and she’s the artist, painting your body with the marks her teeth and lips leave behind. kuina talks a lot: tells you how pretty you look today, about the things she’d love to do to you, how good you make her feel. communication is always on top of her list and it makes things so much more enjoyable. 

niragi fucks you like it’s his last time. there’s nothing sweet, nothing gentle in the way niragi pins your hands above your head, biting your shoulder and your neck, venomous words dripping off his lips like venom. but somehow, there’s also desperation and need, and it’s almost painful to notice. he hates being vulnerable, and he hates it even more to feel something other than hatred and disgust for someone. so he fucks his own frustration out of you, desperately hoping to be freed from those feelings that make him despise his own self when in fact, it brings him closer to his downfall. 

banda fucks you just to feel something. he craves for this — to finally feel that euphoria pumping through his veins, to see his body reacting so easily every time you touch him. don’t get him wrong though, he’s not doing this for you and he doesn’t care if he hurts you in the process: he won’t stop until his mind is filled with satisfaction, and that, most of the times, takes a lot of time and rounds. he’s rough, he manhandles you like you’re nothing but a rag doll made to satisfy his needs, and he doesn’t even care if you didn’t get to enjoy the moment as long as he did. 

[satoruoo]

WET DREAMS - gojo satoru

summary: crushing on someone is actually the worst emotional rollercoaster satoru's ever found himself on, especially when you offer to let him dick you down.

genre: fluff, very suggestive (16+), highschool au

warnings: swearing, f!reader, satoru is lovesick and horny, mentions of virginity loss, implied sex

notes: i just wanna be his gf man. PICK ME CHOOSE ME LOVE ME! based on one of my fav songs in all of history 😍

now playing: wet dreamz - j cole

at the age of eighteen, satoru comes to terms with the fact that he may or may not have a crush.

if he knew how wildly dehumanizing having a crush was beforehand, satoru thinks he might've avoided you like the plague. someone needs to explain to him why he practically skips to school, waking up at the crack ass of dawn to make sure he looks as sexy and dateable as possible, all to get your attention. someone needs to fill him in on why exactly he's giggling like some kind of schoolgirl at the mere mention of your name and flushing red when you make eye contact.

despite being one of the most popular people in school due to his god's-favourite level looks and extroverted personality, satoru surprisingly has no idea how to deal with these feelings. usually, he'd waltz up someone with ease, striking up a conversation about something random, and boom, instant devotion and companionship. but with a crush? it all goes flying out the window.

it takes him a week and a half just to work up the nerve to talk to you.

you're in his math class, and ever since you transferred in, satoru's been constantly scolded by his teacher yaga for his lack of attention. is that really his fault though?? as his crush seatmate, it's actually your fault for being so... he doesn't even know.

however, what he does know, is that your laugh is his favorite sound on the planet. it's even better than the sound of rain on a window. he somehow manages to elicit the sound with his 'lame ass jokes', as suguru calls them (you think they're pretty good), and the way you joke back sets his heart ablaze. the butterflies in his stomach don't gently brush against each other like in the movies. no, these butterflies are at war with each other, leaving that disgusting yet rewarding feeling of love in their wake.

with each lesson that passes, satoru feels himself getting closer and closer to you, close enough to sling his arm idly around your shoulder. close enough to invade your personal space without complaint.

a month into knowing you, he still isn't actually sure what it is about you that captivates him, but he knows that you're by far the most gorgeous girl he's ever had the pleasure of laying his cerulean eyes on. the way you carry yourself, your figure, your eyes, your laugh, your smile - nothing short of perfect. he catches himself staring, far too often for his liking, unable to tear his gaze away from you.

satoru's about 99.9% sure he'd skip math if you weren't there. who willingly walks into math class without being held at gunpoint anyway? talking to you makes the hour of hell more bearable. he asks you all sorts of things: your favourite colour, what kind of music you like, what your family is like - anything to get to know you better. he's always conversing with you, a stupidly attractive lopsided grin on his face as he listens intently to your answers.

suguru and shoko make fun of him constantly, poking and prodding him. he almost shoves shoko down a nearby flight of stairs when she asks, "isn't that your girlfriend?" rather loudly as you walk by. he thanks whichever god is out there that you didn't hear.

the next time he's in class, yaga threatens to split the two of you should satoru open his mouth to talk to you again. the way he immediately shuts up and folds his arms as he looks away is almost comical, he knows his teacher isn't joking.

still though, he finds a new way of communication. he'll die before he gets through an entire math class without exchanging words with you. as stealthily as he can manage, he rips a piece of paper from his book, scribbling 'hey :)' in the top left corner before placing it on your desk when yaga's eagle-like beady eyes aren't monitoring his most troublesome student.

satoru's heart is running laps as he watches you unfold the paper, wondering if you'll grace him with a response. you reach for your pen, the pen you're supposed to be taking notes with to not fail the class, and he glances your way as you write your reply.

'u miss me already? it's been 5 mins gojo'

lord, help him. his heart's doing a full gymnastic routine within his ribcage, bashing against his bones like it wants to hop out and dive into your hold instead. he's really close to letting it do just that.

'u wanna play t or d?'

he didn't actually want to play truth or dare, he just couldn't think of a way to explain that he did, in fact, miss you. what was he meant to say? "i wanna talk to you because i like you"? he'd rather take a punch in the face.

'no. do ur work'

satoru doesn't miss the way your lips curve upward slightly as he dramatically pouts at your message.

'please? :('

would he resort to begging just for you? absolutely. was he going to admit that? no way. he watches you gnaw on your pen, trying to decide whether or not to humor him. being caught note-passing in mr. yaga's class was like asking for the death penalty, but one little game couldn't hurt.

'one round'

satoru has never felt so victorious in his life. he's smiling from ear to ear as he fiddles with his pen, heart running a million miles per hour. the fun only lasts til you dare him to throw a pen at mr. yaga which he outright refuses, asking if you were hoping for his death. note-passing becomes the norm in his math class though, so he thinks he's won in a way.

• . ☆° ✦. °.

satoru swears it was an innocent crush at first, the kind that little kids experience when they just want someone to like them. a kind of puppy love. nothing serious. nothing meant to be serious. he couldn't handle serious after all.

he's sat with suguru in their usual spot for lunch, waiting for their brunette friend to join them. when she does, satoru's surprised and feels slightly betrayed to see you in tow. shoko's not the type to talk to others; she would much rather keep to herself, but her lack of social abilities doesn't seem to bother you at all. in fact, shoko seems more than happy around you, so much so that it takes her just three days to declare you as her new best friend.

(you brought her lunch because she forgot to bring money. she promised to pay you back but you'd insisted it was no problem. you're now attached at the hip.)

after that, satoru naturally finds himself around you more often which is both a blessing and a curse. suguru and shoko take to you quickly, meaning you're frequently invited to hang out with them and the trio eventually becomes a quadruple. having you around him constantly just amplifies his feelings (great!). there's longer conversations, more skinship, more texting for reasons other than homework, and a lot more reasons to like you.

"you think she's still a virgin?"

satoru violently chokes on his water, eyes widening as he turns to suguru so fast that he's sure he got whiplash. what kind of weird, unprovoked question was that?

suguru notices the way his white-haired friend is staring at him like he's grown a second head so he elaborates, "i mean, look at her, satoru. she's stunning."

as per usual, suguru is 100% correct. with those looks and that personality, satoru would consider it a crime if you'd never had a boyfriend. even if you had, it was technically none of his business. that doesn't stop his mind from wondering though.

after that conversation, satoru's been hyper-aware of you. he notices your thighs, the way your lips twist into a smile or frown, the curves of your hips, the flesh of your chest. everything about you suddenly becomes twice as attractive to him, all because of suguru's stupid comment. it's got him daydreaming - how would those pretty lips feel on his? he's pretty sure those curves would fit in his hold perfectly.

the thoughts only get worse the more he looks at you; the more he thinks about you. what would you look like sitting on his dick? how would he feel if your mouth was on him? if his mouth was on you? one night he wakes up in a cold sweat and an odd wet feeling in his boxers, looking around in horror when he realizes he wasn't fucking you senseless like he swears he just was.

shit, he's in deep.

satoru can't even make eye contact with you after that. he's so embarrassed; he'd literally dreamt about having sex with you. when he came clean to shoko as to why he was avoiding you, the girl just laughed in his face, claiming he was so horrendously down bad that it was funny. suguru fared worse with the news, he looked at satoru with a face that said 'tmi' before walking off.

you get suspicious, of course, you do, because satoru has never gone more than a day without some form of physical touch. he'd been oddly quiet too, around you specifically.

now at a loss, satoru is left to his own devices. he'd never ever been so obsessed to the point of wet dreaming about someone. it takes two whole weeks for him to allow himself to be alone with you. another week, and he's practically forgotten about it. it hadn't happened again so he chalked it up to just being a sexually deprived virgin.

he was wrong.

he was so wrong.

satrou stares at the note you just passed back to him, jaw slackening in shock.

'you ever had sex before?'

had shoko or suguru said something to you? no, that was impossible. as shitty as they can be, they were his best friends. they'd never do something like that.

that one dream he had circulates in his head, showing him images of things he shouldn't be thinking of in a math class. why were you asking him that?? his palms are sweating as he grips the note in his hands, crumpling the paper. he peeks at you, and he swears there's a coy smile on your face before you blink innocently.

damn you.

• . ☆° ✦. °.

don't get him wrong, satoru is not a pathological liar. he isn't, so he can't really explain why he answered that question with yes when he knows damn well the truthful answer is no.

'duh ofc i have'

he feels his insides constrict almost painfully when the edges of your mouth tip up as you read the message. a small, minuscule part of him hopes that you brush it off as a joke, or at least change the subject to something more suited to algebra, while a far larger part of him is screaming at him to continue this lie and see how far it goes.

'oh fr?'

his second chance to tell the truth.

'yeah i'm a pro'

a pro at what?? lying???? he hadn't been within 10 inches of a pussy since the day he came out one. he is not going to tell you that though.

'you wanna show me?'

what.

satrou thinks his heart genuinely stops. there's this buzzing excitement in his core, a new kind of adrenaline pumping through his veins as he re-reads the note for what feels like the 50th time to be sure he isn't hallucinating. if he wasn't in the middle of class, he's certain he'd have screamed at the top of his lungs.

his eyes seem to have suddenly stopped working, he can't look at you any longer. he turns to suguru, wiggling his eyebrows in a way that says, or is meant to say, 'help me'. the dark-haired boy has the gall to look at him oddly, disgusted even, before returning to taking notes. as a last resort, satoru turns to shoko but she literally just ignores him. fuck both of them, honestly.

seeing as he has absolutely no clue what to say to that, all satoru manages to write is:

'huh'

his handwriting is a little shaky; he hopes you don't notice.

'my parents r out this weekend so u can come over'

this had to be another sick dream. there was no way in hell that this was actually happening. he feels giddy - a million feelings surfacing in his heart: excitement, fear, love. the girl he likes is literally offering to let him dick her down, and who is he to refuse?

of course, the main and only problem is he's?? a?? virgin?? a closeted virgin, but still. the weekend was three days away, and in those three days, gojo promises himself to become some sort of sex god.

as always, shoko proves to be useless (she bets her left kidney that he'll stick it in the wrong hole) so suguru is satoru's only hope. suguru's less useless. ish. he refers his friend to three different porn sites that satoru watches religiously every night instead of doing his homework.

suguru is also surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, full of little tips and tricks that satoru notes down, fully invested in what his best friend tells him. he has no clue how you're so casual about the entire thing; you'd been talking to him as if nothing happened.

the weekend rolls around wayyy to quick in his opinion. he needs another 20 years to be mentally prepared.

satoru's heart is in his throat as he knocks at your door. whatever happens, happens, right?

BONUS:

"you confessed to her while y'all were going at it? jesus christ." suguru shakes his head in disbelief.

"no need to be so crude, suguru!" satoru protests as he threads his fingers through yours, "it was an in the heat of the moment thing!"

"we can see that." shoko quips, not looking up from her phone as you nod in agreement.

"i let him off 'cause he was cute," you say honestly and you feel satoru give your hand a squeeze, "and 'cause i liked him back."

"y/nnnnnnnnnnnnn!" he swoons, immediately dragging you into a hug that you return with a grin.

"lay off on the PDA, some of us are still single!"

[iicytodoroki]

『satoru gojo x reader x suguru geto』

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a/n: i think it’d be more helpful to have “y/n” as the nickname; the written portion is just more background, technically you can skip to the sm!au portion

part one - besties after food

year 2005

“Onii-san…?”

“Keiko, glad you could come.” My older brother greeted me as his face was buried under files with strands of midnight, black hair curtaining his onyx eyes.

“I wanted to ask how’s school for you,” he continued with fatigue lacing his voice.

“Well, I’m here at home and the tutors are quite—attentive—to academic progress,” I responded.

“Of course, well you see...as you know I am starting my official position and I thought it would be better if you decide what you want to do now that you will be expected to go to secondary school.”

I was dumbstruck. What does he mean I decide what I want to do?

“Apologies Kei, its…,” his eyes were barely focused on the mountainous documents. Icould hear a sigh before Shinji shifted in his chair to finally look at my (e/c) eyes.

“Sorry Kei, let me rephrase a bit,” his lanky, calloused hands held on to my right hand that was folded on my lap, “I know we’ve—you—have been stuck here in the compound since the day you were born...due to our circumstances. I also know you have been secretly training after hours with the advice of Principal Yoshinobu since we discovered your ability.”

At that my eyes widened in fear. It was not the will of the other big families’ elders I were to train as a sorcerer since it is more “beneficial” and “safer” to be tucked away from the world and pass my cursed energy and techniques down the line “like any good wife.”

That was true. I was told growing up, my brother as the future head and me as a highly potential, powerful wife. Of course basic defense and manipulation of cursed energy was taught, but beyond towards becoming a shaman was banned. There were only two Hideos. One Hideo already trained and became a Grade 1 sorcerer already. Another must be safe in case of emergency. In need for an heir. Especially after The Accident.

Interrupting my thoughts of planning an excuse, Shinji continued, “But, I am not angry. Rather impressed you hid this from the elders for over 10 years and conducted your training on your own.”

“Onii-san, you...knew?”

Shinji’s eyes shined in affection as he softly smiled at me, “Yes, it was coincidence I woke up from a nightmare to hear your quiet breathing techniques in the hidden garden when you were in first grade.”

At that I had no words. Does this mean he’s okay with it…?

“Now that you know that I know,” he took a deep breath as he let go of your hand to walk to the back of his desk, “I proposed you should be free to train as a sorcerer at the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, of course they were not fond of the idea; but, I argued that it is waste for a rare potential to just wait to pass it down the family.”

I thought for a moment, in shock of possible liberation.

“Wait, Onii-san, does that mean–”

“Yes,” he answered for me, “I will longer be an active sorcerer and completely devote myself to the Hideo family.”

I knew it. Shinji was sacrificing his job for me. Shinji and I both knew we didn’t like the weight that was chained to us at birth, but it’s inevitable since its our fate.

But how can he, who became a Semi-Grade 1 Sorcerer at age 13, and give it all up to be stuck here and become a husband as soon as they find a suitable bride? How can he just give up his life like some puppet. Just to bare a child and—

“Keiko, look at me,” Shinji saw the stress in my eyes. He gently grabbed my face in his hands to face him, “I know. I know. Do not blame yourself. I have lived and experienced what it is like to not be trapped here and...you should, too. You, Keiko, had always been the one protecting me. Ever since we were children, you—you always made sure the elders knew you would be here as the proper Hideo while I went out and risked my life and-and trained how I always dreamed. All in the exchange of you all alone here, surrounded in a remote bamboo forest, constantly studying to be a proper wife and pressured to marry and bear children for your husband. Y-you have been so selfless for me and I barely took notice of your isolation. You lived with this opposition thinking it’s normal and its ‘your destiny that you cannot change’.”

I could see the tears welling up in his eyes. I could tell Shinji didn’t want to look away, because if he did, he would cry even more.

“I-I can’t imagine the pressure and loneliness you must’ve felt while I was away all these years. Just communicating through minimal letters. So young and—“

He finally choked a sob before he hugged me. I knew what he was referring to. It took me forever to realize it, too.

Shinji blamed himself for everything that has happened. But I always told him it’s not his fault. The lessons I had to learn here were...necessary… for me, Hideo Keiko. I know he’s thinking back to that time when he had a surprise visit, and I tried to cover it up and never tell him. Because if I did, he would immediately come back home and face the same fate as me. At least then, one of us could live happily. Even for a little bit.

I just buried my face in his shoulder as I hugged him back in mutual comfort. After a few moments of reassurance that all is in the past now, he asked me, “So, would you like to transfer to a real school?”

year 2005

fun facts:

at the time, when keiko was around the age of four, most adults disregarded her prescence except yoshinobu who was curious about the rare second child

satoru and y/n immediately started trouble in the arcade like fighting over ddr

keiko “y/n” was very nervous for her first day that she lowkey stalked her new classmates’ online profile to know how to converse informally

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