#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. 

[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

taglist (open):

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