#my first jjk fic

[anaer]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru Characters: Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Ijichi Kiyotaka, Miguel (Jujutsu Kaisen) Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Shameless Smut, Crack Treated Seriously, Bondage, Power Bottom Gojo Satoru, Mild Painplay, Frenemies with Benefits, they're freaks your honor, Fix-It of Sorts Summary:

When he spoke, it was in a terrible falsetto: a purposely bad impression of Suguru. “Oh, Satoru, sorry about harassing your students and declaring war; I was in a bad mood. Let me buy you some apology mochi so we can talk this out.” His flat expression grew, somehow, even more unimpressed.

Suguru laughed. "You’re the one who was dumb enough to fall for it.”

No, he hadn’t fallen for it. He wasn’t stupid. That was the most obvious bullshit he’d ever seen through, so obvious that he couldn’t help his curiosity. He’d just needed to see what Suguru could possibly be up to. Where he had been stupid?

“You drugged me.”

Yeah, he shouldn’t have eaten the mochi.

or: Geto finds a different use for the black rope the night of the Night Parade.

[evadingreallife]

(By trope-specific i mean for example all the slash fics hosting websites, or the nsfw-only ones, etc)

[hinamie]

hi!! I love your art and the jjk atla au has grabbed my brain in Ways That I Cannot Explain. i love them sm. also ty for the inuokko promise, bc trust they are my favorite ship ever (sorry itafushi, you guys are second place). i wish you well in the process and hope that everything goes smoothly for you!!!!

!!! thank u so much I'm happy u like my art and our little passion project <3 <3 <3

also. hm . inuokko u say :>

pov u look up and u see this ^

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[itz-amani]

Sukuna as your boyfriend [Soft Sukuna]

-Honestly, when he is soft it gives me another perspective of him.

-He is probably the type that strokes your hair as he combs it Oh come he just wants to feel your hair.

-Spoils you with many kisses and [kinda] praises ''You know you are cute that I can just poke your eyeballs out'' or ''I could just pinch both of your cheeks until it explodes''

-You two always cuddling together Of course you are the little spoon and he is the big spoon.If you have plushies on your bed he will throw them from the bed and say ''Why would you have those foolish plushies when you have me?'' You just giggled at his ''possesived act'' and ended you being the big spoon.He just love the feeling being spooned sometimes

-Petnames for you such as [Sweetheart ,My Queen , Paradise , my little dreamer , My lovely human.. ]

-Petnames for him such as [ Ryomen , Charming , My King , Mr possesive , sometimes Your Majesty ..]

-Waking up with him doesnt let you leave the bed . Would cuddle tightly in his arms . Even you tried to move an inch he'll raise a brow and open his eye a little bit .He could feel that you are trying to get out from him.

-Would have his wallpaper of you even his profile picture.

-You invite him to listen to your playlist at first he be like ''What kind of ''noise '' that you want me to listen human? he scoffed but once you put your earphones on him...He is in love .

-He is the that put his hand on your pockets if you arent comfortable he put his arms on your shoulder.

-Listens to what you are venting your life, your problems everything

-If he saw you slept on the couch while you are doing your work he is the type that sigh and move your laptop away from you,carries you in a bridal style saying ''Has my paradise been working and ended felt asleep? Such a poor thing..'' ''B-but Ryomen..I have to finished i-it-'' Shh..My Queen , shh..its going to be okay..'

-He sleeps shirtless with pants on ..He places you on the bed bed,tucks you saying ''Sleep tight my little dreamer ..Hope you dream about me''

[end]

[pencilofawesomeness]

from chapter 10 of Famous Last Words in May Death Never Stop You by the amazing @slexenskee

I've wanted to draw this scene ever since I read it lmao. Fun fact I was eating lunch at the time and I was laughing so hard I had to leave the room since someone was watching tv. Good times, good times.

[jadeoru]

LOVER, PLEASE STAY.

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: satoru gojo, 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: reader.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff, comfort -- wc: 3k

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓: being the strongest has an indescribable amount of pros, but it's outweighed by its cons. with such an honor, satoru finds himself unable to open up to you; thinking it would make him weak.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: fem!reader (gojo refers to u as gf) hurt/comfort, this is sad :[, pet names (baby, pretty, etc), crying (gojo), gojo being a dumbass and not communicating his feelings, kissing, poor gojo just wants a peaceful life with his gf, probably (definitely) ooc, overall just comfort bc I'm GRIEVING and he needs a hug i think a hug could fix him

you always felt safe when you were with satoru. no matter where you were, or what he was doing, if you called him he’d be there in seconds. maybe it was because he was the strongest, or maybe it was because he truly cared, but you always felt at ease around him. you could tell him anything with no fear of being judged (well, even just teased a little bit). regardless, he was always there for you, and you were so caught up in how he always checked in on you; always making sure you were okay, that you forgot to ask him the same. it wasn’t until when suguru geto left that you realised that beneath it all, satoru gojo was a really fragile man; your realisation solidified when you found him like this. you came home from work earlier than usual, opening the door with exhausted gratitude to finally be home, but, you were greeted with silence. huh. usually, when you got home you were bombarded with affection from the moment you stepped inside; barely one step through the door and he was at your heel like a dog that had been waiting for its owner to return. but now was different. It was eerily quiet compared to every other day. was he even home?

“satoru?” you called out into the hallway, it lingered in the air, until it faded out with no response. ‘weird, maybe he’s asleep or something.’ - it’s a stupid thought, considering how at this time, he’s usually (always) going through/recovering from a huge sugar rush, but it was the only thought that made sense. you took your coat off and placed it on the coat rack, quickly discarding your shoes and placing your bag on the counter before beginning the hunt for your boyfriend.

as you went from room to room, hallway to hallway, you couldn’t help but notice the unsettling feeling of emptiness that replaced his absence. as your search dragged on, you struggled to adjust to the growing pit in your stomach. did someone get him? no. there’s no way. he’s the strongest. you shouldn’t have to worry about that; he said so himself. but, still, you couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling that maybe something did happen. you were so caught up in your thoughts, you almost missed the sound that came from your shared bedroom. almost. it stopped you dead in your tracks; prompting you to quietly make your way to the source of the sound; pressing your ear against the door.  that’s when you heard it again. a quiet; muffled noise. it sounded like sniffling. you almost crashed through the door and face-planted into the carpet when you realised what was happening. was he crying? your hands hesitated around the doorknob, before pulling it open. luckily, you regained your composure the moment the door flung open.

there he was: sitting on the edge of your shared bed, his hands gripping the bedsheets with some sort of desperation; a futile way of grounding himself. his head was down, looking at his knees. almost instantly, his head snapped back to yours. if it weren’t for the blindfold obscuring half of his face, you could’ve probably identified what was happening. or at least, you would’ve gotten a brief idea. for now, all you had was a theory; a thought, that maybe, just maybe, your boyfriend was crying. but how could you make sure of it? hell, you’re talking about satoru gojo; the most stubborn man alive. out of all the years you’d known him, never once had he opened up to you; let alone expressed feeling anything about being even the tiniest bit weak.

“you’re home early.” his voice interrupted your thoughts. it wasn’t as enthusiastic as it usually was, most signs of genuine joy were nowhere to be heard; instead it was laced with faux-optimism. shutting the door behind you, you walked towards the bed and took a seat next to him -taking note of how he didn’t attempt to get his usual ‘welcome home kiss’. while, yes, it’s strange, satoru always made sure to kiss you whenever you got home. treating the act as if it were some sort of ritual, or tradition. but now? he didn’t even try. yeah, he was looking at you, and smiling-(fakely), but there was no way he was actually happy. “yeah, my boss finally freed me from my office. he was complaining about always letting me off early, but i was too busy packing my things and getting the hell outta there to listen.” you chuckled, trying to lighten his mood, even if only by a bit. “yeah? old man finally stopped making you his personal servant?” his voice sounded weak, as if the act of speaking was one of the hardest difficulties he had to endure. you nodded, “yeah, finally.” the room fell silent after you spoke. you could hear the cars driving by outside, and the rain pattering against the window, dancing rhythmically in the air.  there was nothing else to be said. it was unsettling, if anything. silence was something long forgotten when in his presence. you almost had to double check to make sure that was actually satoru beside you, and not some sort of alien. the situation was so… awkward? conversation was attempted, but it didn’t flow as easily as it always did. it was so unlike him, and it was tearing you apart from the inside. your heart panged with distress; slowly unravelling from within you. there was no denying it anymore, the man that sat beside you, who suddenly found staring at the blank wall very interesting, (or at least, in that direction. - blindfold, and whatnot) your satoru, needed help.

and now, you accepted the task that was getting satoru gojo to open up about his emotions. you shifted in your side of the bed, fiddling with your fingers as you searched for something to say, silently hoping that the right words would come to you if you tried hard enough. "you okay?” - not the most poetic and comforting thing, but it was tried and true. “ you know you can talk to me about anything, right?" you asked, your voice soft and caring; each word laced with pure love. he chuckled, "what makes you say that?" he asked, blissfully unaware of how obvious he was being. you noted how he avoided your gaze, instead continuing to focus on the wall in front of you. "you've just been acting a bit distant lately, and you seem upset. I know how you hate talking about your feelings and stuff.. but I've just been worried." you said, leaning into his shoulder. he smiled, without a trace of cockiness. "I'm fine, pretty. you don't need to worry about me - you never do." he added the last part with a bit of hesitancy. because, deep down he knew he was lying. he was lying to you, and to himself. he knew he should open up to you. he knew that if he did, you'd be there for him, supporting him with open arms. but he was scared, petrified. he didnt even know why. it was as if the act of letting out each feeling and thought, releasing the growing balloon of responsibility and insecurity into the open air, would enervate him; make him weak. he was washed away by a wave of shame. if he wasn't constantly the strongest, the bravest, never sad, never worried, perfect boyfriend, then who was? who would take his place? there was something about opening up to you that made him feel weak. like, if he let his confident, fearless facade down, you would turn your head away in disgust.

he knew that he needed help. but the act of letting out each and every vulnerability that he held delicately within him was bordering the line of impossible. he clung onto his title as ‘the strongest’, as if it were the one thing that defined him.

"satoru." you almost whispered, "not a single person on earth lives their life without a voice in their head bringing them down." you began. your hand slid across the white bedsheets until it met with his; resting your hand on top of his. "feeling sad doesn't alienate you from others. it's a normal thing. 

you slowly hovered your other hand above his face, nervously, before you pulled his blindfold down. his eyes were as enchanting as they had always been, but now, they were decorated with tears.

you were right, he was crying. although this was exactly what you had expected to see, the reality was a lot harder to process than you thought.

shockingly enough, that was the first time you had ever seen him cry.

behind the teasing and flirting, all the cocky, boastful comments, was a man full of fear. while, yes, being the strongest had its perks, it was outweighed by an indescribable number of cons; because of his status as the strongest, he always had a bunch of expectations that he had to meet at all times. perfect people couldn't have flaws - that's why they were perfect. he also had to deal with the fact that due to his role in life, eyes on him at all times, you were the second target. when being tasked with the goal of taking down the satoru gojo, their target was always either him or you. everyone with common sense could see how much you meant to him, which meant you would also fall victim to the attempts of taking down the honoured one. he hated it; how he never had a say in the matter - how he was born into greatness. all he wanted was a quiet, safe life with you; a goal he could never reach. it's not like he regrets dating you, it’s just that he hated to have to put you through this.

his cheeks shimmered from the wetness pooling around his eyes, a sight so unlikely you felt overwhelmed by sympathy. it hurt you, both physically and mentally, to see him like this. you felt ashamed of how you hadn’t questioned him sooner, that you hadn’t helped to put the problem at ease before it got out of hand. without saying a word, you scooted closer to him, and pulled him into your chest. he remained perfectly still at the action. the hand that was on his own quickly moved to his hair, running your fingers through it just the way he liked it, the way only you knew how to do. 

“even if you don’t wanna talk, i’m here for you, ‘toru.” the tone of your voice was similar to that of honey; a syrupy sweet kindness, that gojo was sure would rot his teeth if he had too much, but he had a sweet tooth unlike no other.“- i just want you to know that it would be so much easier if you let me know what was going on in that pretty head of yours.” you continued. he nodded, knowing that you were right. he nudged himself closer to you, burying his face into your chest, once again concealing the sadness he had spiralled into. “take all the time you need, ‘toru. i’m not going anywhere.” if that wasn’t enough support, you continued, “even if we stay like this till the sun comes up, if you still aren’t ready to talk, i’ll keep waiting.” you pressed a kiss to the top of his head, to which he let out a strange choking sort of sound in response. It sounded like an exasperated chuckle. “what did i do to deserve you.” he muttered, turning his head as he spoke so his words weren’t muffled by your chest. you held him even tighter, if that was even possible. with a smile as soft as your hold on him, you burrowed your face in his hair, mumbling a quiet “i love you,” which didn’t  land on empty ears. he heard every word, and clung to each syllable that left your lips like they were a lifeboat, and he was lost at sea. you scooped him up like an angel and he found himself replaying those three words over and over again in his mind. he realised that, despite his strength, you made him the strongest. your constant love and support, like water to a plant, helps him achieve his full potential. how could he ever repay you for all that you do to him? 

you hear fabric rustling as he shifts around, tilting his head to the side yet again. “i’ll do anything for you , so… um.. promise me that.. you’ll always stay..” he hesitated. saying those words out loud made him painfully aware of how utterly pathetic he was being. A moment of brief silence passed, and then he continued, “i’ll always be here to keep you safe.. I-. i’ll kill for you if i have to… just please.. please don’t leave me.” his voice cracked at the end of his sentence.

you wanted to speak up, to individually pluck all of these fears from his mind, to allow him to live freely, without carrying the weight of guilt that follows him everywhere; a looming shadow that never seems to leave him no matter how much good he does, or how much evil he removes from the world - none of that can fight away the burden of superiority; the cold, lonely view from the summit. he watches non-sorcerers living their normal lives every day, and behind the blindfold of arrogance that he wears with pride, he’s jealous of them. that’s all he wants in life. - a normal one. despite them being the reason he existed, what he lived to fight, he found that he, himself was the true curse. he was chained to sorcery whether he wanted to be or not. he could never quit, he was needed. he is the best. he saves thousands of people constantly, and does (mostly) nothing but good. and yet, nothing he does will ever bring back his friends - he knows that. but god, he has tried everything to move on.

he continues speaking, a low chuckle leaving his throat. “i’m being really pathetic right now huh? so much for being the stronges-” you cut him off abruptly, your eyes matched his now; glassy and decorated with tears. “satoru.” you began, gently cupping his chin and tilting it upwards, holding eye contact with him. “quit it with that ‘strongest’ bullshit. you have a name. a beautiful name, and you have an incredible personality, and you care for others more than you’d like to admit. having incredible power is just another addition to what makes you such a wonderful person. stop clinging to the title as if it’s a shackle, it’s just another layer to the sweet cake that makes up satoru gojo - and everyone loves cake!”  you flashed a dorky smile at him, cupping his cheek with your hands. he remained speechless, staring into your eyes with almost heart-shaped pupils. he looked like a sad little kitty cat. you sucked in a deep breath, waiting for the right words to come to you before continuing. “i love you. I love you so much that it hurts me to see you hurt. you never have to worry about me leaving you, okay? because, i firmly believe that we were put on this earth to be together. you complete me, baby.” for the first time that night, you saw a genuine smile spread on his face. even though it was small, barely there, you noticed it. “that’s corny.” he mumbled, and you laughed. “i guess it is, isn’t it? but it’s true y’know! you’re everything to me ‘toru. i adore you with every fibre of my being.” you placed a kiss on his forehead, immediately taking note of how he leaned into your touch. “i understand what you feel like right now, or at least i think i do. i know you’ve lost most of the people you love, and nothing i say will fully fill the hole they left with their losses. but, i promise you that i will always be here by your side no matter what. i will always be here for you, okay? so don’t ever forget that. and- and don’t you dare try to hide your sadness from me! i get that sometimes you don’t wanna talk about your feelings, and that’s okay. but please, know that you can talk to me. i don’t want you to ever think otherwise. even if it’s something i can’t help with, i’ll always be here to listen. “ your words were like a sweet relief to his aching mind, alleviating most of his worries by the mere promise of comfort alone. god, he was enamoured by you. he moved his hand from your waist, and placed it on top of your hand, which was currently caressing his cheek. he lifted it to his lips, and pressed a firm kiss to your knuckles. you smiled, your cheeks filling with warmth. “I’ll try to be more open ‘n honest from now on.. I promise” he said with an honest expression on his face. you could tell that he was slowly coming back to his former self. “thank you baby.” you kissed him again, this time on the tip of his nose. “no”, he started tracing delicate circles onto your hand. “thank you for bein’ so sweet. you’re too good for me.” his lips curved into the biggest smile you had seen that evening, the sight was almost enough to bring you to tears. you mirrored his relieved expression.

“c’mon, we still have some mochi left over in the kitchen. let’s get some sweets and cuddle up with a movie, i’ll even let you pick this time! or, if you’d prefer, we could keep talking? sound good?” you asked, slowly standing up. you held your hand out to him, and he grabbed onto it in seconds, allowing you to pull him up. he wrapped his arms around your waist, and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “best girlfriend ever.” he whispered into your skin; his words quickly replaced by goosebumps. you don’t think you could ever stop loving this man.

[stellamancer]

limitless (satoru gojo x reader)

notes: uh. should be working on my halloween fic lmaoo. but uh. thought i'd bang this out. inspired by a conversation with @shotorus about the names we use to refer to certain characters in narration. lmao.

contains: fem! reader (the only physical trait is that reader is shorter than gojo, gojo almost uses a gendered term for reader, but is cut off), established relationship (me: coughs up blood), typical gojo antics, nickname usage (darling, honey, sweetheart, babe), part of the infinite loop fic verse

wc: around 720

"...I have a question."

You look at Gojo expectantly. Normally, he just says whatever is on his mind without pause, without filter, so you don't get why he's standing on ceremony right now. "Yeah?"

"We're dating, aren't we?" he asks.

You nearly spit out your drink. He's not wrong; for better or worse, he is your boyfriend now. The fact of it is actually kind of unbelievable when you think about it. Not just you dating Satoru Gojo. But you dating Satoru Gojo. If you had told yourself that it would have come to this ten years ago, even five years ago, you would have thought yourself a liar.

Now he's the one giving you the expectant look, his lips curved upward that little smile that always manages to get your blood boiling. The cocky bastard probably just wants you to admit it.

You consider saying 'no' just for the hell of it.

You decide not to. It feels almost as if you’re pulling teeth when you respond, “...we…are.”

Gojo’s mouth puckers and you brace yourself knowing full well that he’s about to start whining about something. There’s always something with this guy…"If we’re dating, then why am I still just 'Gojo' to you? I call you by your first name!"

"You've always called me by my first name," you dead pan.

"That's because I've always loved you!"

You roll your eyes. You know that's a lie, but you don't intend to argue with him— at least not head on because you know that it’s just going to lead to a dead end. "No, you love disregarding proper social etiquette. Or rather, you don't see the point in it."

"Oh, darling, you know me so well!" Gojo gives you a saccharine smile and you almost gag.

"Don't call me that."

He pouts. "Well, if you say I always call you by name, shouldn't I call you something else to show how special you are to me?"

"...no, actually, just my name is fine." A nickname from Gojo sounds dangerous. The thought of being called some cutesy nickname in front of everyone you know is mortifying. In fact, Gojo would do it solely to embarrass you.

So, naturally, he ignores you. "If darling is no good, what about... babe? Honey?"

"Gojo, really, you don't—"

"Sweetheart? My love? Oh, I know, I bet you'd love to be called pr—"

"Satoru."

He immediately stops talking, his mouth hanging open in stunned silence. You didn't think that that would have that much of an effect to be honest. For once, it feels like you have the upper hand. You make sure to savor the moment because you know they are far and few in between.

"Just my name is fine," you repeat. "...okay?"

He gulps and answers, "...okay."

You try not to let your mind linger on the fact that his voice just now was lower than usual. "Good. So—"

"Say it again."

You blink. "Huh."

"My name," Gojo says, his voice thick with emotion. "Say it again."

When you don't say anything he takes a step toward you, the infinite cosmos in his eyes staring you down. You feel defiant. It's not fair of him to ask you anything when he looks and sounds like this. Gojo takes another step closer and you think that if you're adamant about not giving in to him you better do it before he gets too close.

"You've... " you start and hate how breathless you sound. This bastard knows exactly what he’s doing to you. "You've hit your daily limit."

Gojo pouts and takes another step. "Well, that's not fair."

"You're not fair," you retort.

He doesn't argue and you take that as Gojo admitting that he's playing dirty. "I think you should up the limit."

You hold your ground as he takes one more step closer.. "No. You think there shouldn't be a limit."

Gojo chuckles and leans down to bridge the rest of the distance between you. He cups your cheek, bringing your face closer to him. Your breath stills as you feel his own on you and it’s damn near intoxicating. His mouth is barely touching yours and your thoughts shift from trying to keep the banter going to how the slightest movement from either of you will result in a kiss.

“You’re right,” he murmurs, lips brushing against yours. “There shouldn’t.”

[inmaki]

gojo fic dropping jan 3 (POSTED!) here is a sneak peek of whats to cum, if u wanna be tagged comment or send me an ask!!!!

back when satoru and you were just friends, he liked to make it very clear to your circle of peers that he wasn't just good at sex.

no — according to himself, he was some kind of sex god, to match his power level in sorcery, of course.

and obviously, who was anyone to think otherwise? the great gojo satoru; such a cocky and confident demeanour paired with luscious white hair, piercing blue eyes, and a tall sculpted body that other guys at the gym double-take at. him..? a virgin? hah! good one.

satoru believes that he's done a rather spectacular job at keeping his reputation sky-high.

the only problem was.. now he had a girlfriend with high expectations to please.

since the day you'd gotten together - going multiple months strong — satoru was starting to sweat more and more knowing that his rather crucial fabrication was bound to be brought up sooner or later. you had your needs just like him, and satoru wouldn't blame you if you were a bit worried about why he hasn't initiated anything; y'know, since he was supposedly eros in human form and all that.

little did you know, your boyfriend felt equally frustrated. for slightly different reasons.

"bro, it'd be hot if she was a virgin, but me?!" flopping back against the armrest, gojo lets out a theatrical groan while his best friend — the only other person to know of his dark secret — snickers against the cushions nearby.

"everything'd be fine if you didn't pretend to be some incubus that gets girls to cum with a snap of his finger," geto quips unhelpfully.

satoru lifts his head, sneering when he realizes that the raven-haired man was much too busy scrolling on his phone to notice how he's resting a pair of dirty shoes on his white couch. "that would be pretty cool..” when he only receives a disgusted glance, he huffs, suddenly feeling a bit vulnerable as his thoughts wander further. "how'm i even gonna tell her? what if she doesn't trust me anymore?"

at last, suguru looks up with a hint of sympathy in his eyes. "you know y/n isn't like that. just.. wait for her to initiate something and go with the flow," he advises, lips curling into a knowing smirk.

"you find a way to be good at everything, anyway, toru. she'll be begging for you in no time."

as usual, geto knows him too well judging by the way his last few words have gojo shooting up from the sofa with a grin. "ya think so?"

"hell yeah, man." the two idiots end the discussion by dapping each other up, a determined gleam in both of their eyes.

sorry this is short but i gotta leave the good stuff a surprise <\3 finally my kpop smut blog skills r coming in handy.. i may be rusty tho i apologize

[heavenlylimitless]

Where Princesses Eat!

About: girl dad Toji (drabble?)

Rating: fluff sfw

You faintly hear, "Go show Mommy, princess," before the quick patter of feet emerges into the living room. You glance up from your book and see your two-year-old wearing a puffed-sleeved, sparkly blue dress with a bow in the front.

Your daughter twirls in a circle, giggling, "Mommy, Mommy, I'm the most specialist princess in the whole wide world."

"You are?" you chuckle. She nods over and over. Rising from your seat, you run to pick her up, bringing her close and smothering her cheek with kisses. "Of course you are; you're my beautiful princess." You laugh in unison as you continue to pepper her face. Toji watches the scene unfold, leaning against the doorframe. "Where did you get your beautiful dress, Emi?" you ask.

"Daddy got it for me!" she squeals, kicking her rubber princess shoes in the air.

Toji walks in from behind, scratching the back of his head, “Was nothing,”

"We're going somewhere special," she interrupts.

"Oh, really? Where are you two going?" you smirk.

"Daddy is taking me to where princesses eat," she giggles. "You stay with Gumi."

You can't help but laugh, "I'm staying with Gumi, huh? Well, where do princesses eat, Toji?" you can't help but ask.

Your daughter cuts in, "A garden!"

You turn to Toji, visibly confused. "She means Olive Garden," your lips form an 'O' shape. "I'll bring something for you and stinky," You set Emi down, then grab Toji's cheek and lean up to peck it, patting his chest afterward.

"I love you. Have a good time." You smile.

Your daughter hops in the air repeatedly, "You love me! You love me!"

"Of course I love you, Emi," you kiss her forehead and ruffle her hair.

Emi walks near Tojis's side, holding up her hand for him to take. He looks down and cocks an eyebrow, “hm?”

She stomps on his foot, yelling, "Hold my hand, now!" Toji sighs as if he doesn't love every second of this and quietly says, "You get this from your mother." He takes her hand, and they walk out the door.

You watch out the window as they leave and see Toji putting her in the car seat and leaning over to kiss her forehead, which makes you smile. Your six-year-old son's voice jolts you back to reality, "They left without me?”

"Just gonna be me and you tonight... what if we order in and watch a movie?"

"Can it be one sissy can't watch?" You roll your eyes.

~read tags

[blkkizzat]

ꨄ︎『Sneaky Links』ꨄ︎ (PART 1)

Sukuna x Reader (Mentions of Yuji x Reader)

18+ Minors - DNI

PART 1 of 2

Summary: Y/N is a dickmatized manipulative brat. Sukuna is Sukuna. Poor sweet Yuji is collateral damage. CW: cheating, rough play, unprotected sex, spit play, brat taming, spanking, pussy slapping, manipulation, fingering, anal play, edging, tit job, blow job, slight dubcon, sukuna being toxic, y/n thinking with her pussy not her brain (but it’s hard not to when you got that wet wet). WK: 3.1k of 8.5k Slightly Black female coded but no descriptors.

A/N: All I do is eat hot chip and bump Spotify so nearly everything I write has song(s) that goes with it.

Sukuna POV: I Mean It - G-Eazy (this mv is so unsrs but I'm criiiine imagining Sukuna as G-Eazy in this video lmfao) Reader POV: You Right - Doja Cat (not like Sukuna couldn't be The Weeknd POV here but he's so much more of an asshole than that)

Enjoy!

‘2:37 AM’. Fuck.

You had to stop looking at the clock, it was only making you more restless. Usually sleep came to you easily as the peaceful dark of your room and light snores coming from your boyfriend Yuji would lull you into a comforting slumber each night.

You sighed.

Your head lay on Yuji’s chest and his arm was loosely draped around your waist. This has become your typical sleeping position since moving in with each other. You have only been living together for over a little over a month now. But living with Yuji was great, even if your apartment was smaller than you would have liked. 

Despite the both of you being full fledged sorcerers and risking your lives constantly, exorcizing curses didn’t pay the best salary. You wanted something bigger but it was cheap enough to allow the both of you to save for something much better down the line. 

It was Yuji who had mentioned that fact to you, to both console your protests and to hint at more promises for the future. That had been enough to make you giddy and you would have agreed to live in a closet if it meant you could be together.

Sure, Yuji could be a little clueless at times but he always tried his best to make you happy. The two of you rarely had any disagreements even when you were being a stubborn brat. His easy going nature took your faults in stride, meeting your needs without complaint. 

Yuji was always doing sweet things for you like waking up a bit earlier so you could drink your coffee (that he always burnt) in bed. He would shower you with soft kisses to coax you awake with a wide grin and a whispered ‘good morning’ that made you feel warm just remembering it.

You really couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.

You were happy with Yuji.

You love him and are very happy with Yuji. 

Sigh.

So then why exactly is your mind torturing you with thoughts of the cursed object inside your boyfriend taking control of his body and fucking you dumb into the mattress?  

You caught yourself unconsciously chewing your lip in nervous anticipation. 

Your mind couldn’t allow you to sleep because it was filled with Sukuna, The King of Curses and every jujutsu sorcerer’s sworn enemy. 

Your enemy.

How could you let it come to this? 

You felt guilty but it’s not like you had asked for this to start happening. That said, you made no real attempts to stop Sukuna thus far from showing up to fuck you before disappearing again like a thief in the night. 

Rode hard and put away wet, he used you on his whims and it had been happening more frequently ever since the first week after you and Yuji moved-in together. 

The fateful night it started was the night of your housewarming party, ironically enough.

You honestly didn't even want a damned housewarming, you recalled looking back. You thought it was impractical and a bit embarrassing to throw a housewarming for such a small flat. 

Everyone would be on top of each other the entire night. 

But Gojo had insisted, promising to supply the drinks and food which automatically had Yuji on board, so you just gave in. Anything to get Gojo out of your hair and seeing Yuji so excited made you smile.

The housewarming itself went well until the six eyed sorcerer had suggested a ‘friendly’ drinking game. All which would have been fine if Gojo hadn’t brought over what he called Reggae Punch.

However, it wasn’t the standard recipe of peach liqueur and oolong tea you could find in any Tokyo bar. The dark orange drink Gojo concocted was a heavy mixture of actual punch and different liquors that you couldn’t identify until you were already 2 cups in.

The son of a bitch. He had literally tricked y’all into drinking Jungle Juice.

You were already faded as hell by the time the game started so you eliminated yourself early on purpose. 

Yuji, who was a good boy and never even took a sip of alcohol until he was legal earlier this year, actually thought he stood a chance at winning against his seniors. He foolishly joined-in with earnestness.

Rolling your eyes at the memory, the night ended as expected. Yuji was beyond shitfaced. 

His head hung heavy and was barely still on the low chabudai table by the time Nanami (the winner) had dragged a drunken Gojo out of your apartment, who was still singing songs from the pricey digital karaoke machine he had gifted the both of you earlier in the night. 

Maki and Yuta, sensible enough to stop drinking early like you, had already left.

Meaning Nobara, Inumaki and Megumi, all pretty lit themselves, had the near impossible task of dragging Panda home which you did not envy. 

With everyone gone, getting Yuji into bed proved a far easier feat than expected. 

You had left him some ibuprofen and pedialyte on the nightstand and a small bin next to the bed just in case he woke up and felt sick. You really didn’t mind taking care of your boyfriend who always took such good care of you. 

You just wished it didn’t have to be this night. This night when you realized for the first time that mixing that much alcohol in large quantities just went straight to your pussy.  

Pleasing yourself usually wasn’t an issue but after you pulled the second yet still unsatisfying orgasm from yourself is when Sukuna had made his appearance chuckling at your failed attempts. 

Admittedly, you were terrified at first.

You had been dating Yuji for two years but Sukuna didn’t often show himself and he had never even addressed you directly before. It was dangerously easy to forget the most powerful evil sorcerer in existence was residing rent free inside your bf’s soul. 

Nevertheless, you were hard up for a real release at that moment. A cloud of lust fogged your brain and it didn’t take much goading at all for your legs to spread like a warm jelly for The Curse King.

And he did not disappoint. 

Sukuna’s sharp tongue flooded your ears with degrading praises sending electricity through your body that settled in your core where the even sharper strokes of his hips corrupted you from the inside out. 

All your senses utterly stupefied, you came hard. You made a mess on him, yourself and your sheets.

And that was only round one.

Sukuna had near limitless stamina. 

The next morning, achy and sore, you could barely look Yuji in the eye. You were preparing to beg for his forgiveness but you quickly realized he barely remembered the party, let alone what happened after. 

In fact, it made you feel even more guilty that Yuji apologized to you. He was mad at himself for being so rough with you when he noticed the bites, bruises and marks that decorated your body thinking you both actually had sex the previous night. 

You were the worst. 

You really were the worst as truthfully, if you told him in that moment, he likely would have forgiven you then without question. 

It’s not like you alone could stop Sukuna from doing anything he wanted to you while Yuji was unaware. You were a semi-grade 1 sorcerer, strong enough for most curses, but you would be kidding yourself to think you could take on Sukuna in a fight. 

In fact wouldn’t the issue of Sukuna being able to take over Yuji’s body freely while he was unconscious be a much more pressing concern rather than how many times the curse king had made you squirt? 

Yet in spite of the danger, the logic and your better judgment, you were too ashamed to tell Yuji what really happened. 

That was because subconsciously a part of you knew it could happen again.

And it did. 

Many times.

Except for tonight. 

Sukuna had yet to make his appearance tonight. 

In fact, he hadn’t shown up in the last 5 nights in a row. The longest you had gone without his dick since he started toying with you. 

You recalled you had snapped at him after his last visit when his insults had started swaying from you to Yuji and his inability to please you. You told him never to visit you again and threatened to tell Yuji if he did. 

Honestly you didn’t expect your threats to do much. They hadn’t previously. 

As much as you wanted to be relieved that maybe Sukuna had finally grown sick of dealing with ‘Yuji’s bratty pillow princess’, a name he often called you while digging deep in your guts, you weren’t relieved at all. 

If anything it annoyed you. 

He hadn’t listened when you told him to leave you alone the first, second or third time so why now?

Why now after your cunt has started craving the burn of being stretched out by Sukuna? 

You shiver, thinking of his heavy grip on the fat of your hips. His claws would be so dangerously close to breaking your delicate skin. 

He constantly reminded you how easily he could rip you apart if he wanted to while he relentlessly clapped your cheeks from behind. 

Near salivating, you snapped your head up a little too eagerly for your own liking when you felt Yuji stir beneath you thinking it was Sukuna and more than a little disappointed when it wasn’t.  

You knew Yuji’s tender caresses should have made you melt, and it still did in a way. You were still in love with him. 

But it wasn’t until Sukuna tainted you did you realize you didn’t want to be treated like a delicate princess. 

You wanted to be manhandled. 

You wanted to be made a mess of. 

You wanted to be called names like the filthy cheating whore you were currently proving yourself to be. But Yuji was too tenderhearted to ever fuck you like you needed.

Squeezing your eyes shut as if you could block out all thoughts, you knew the reason you couldn't get to sleep was because you were horny for Sukuna. 

The higher the heat in your belly rises the more sleep becomes impossible. Your clit burned in response to the heat in your belly which made your pussy flutter as it desperately clenched around nothing and pushed some of Yuji’s cum from earlier in the night out onto your thighs.

In that moment, all your resolve was lost.

Yuji was simply the appetizer and you were a famished woman. Still left starving for the main course.

Sukuna. 

You swallow, unsure of yourself as you attempt to steel your resolve. You had already resigned yourself to the hell Sukuna put you in.

You turn your head deeper into Yuji’s chest and whisper softly against his pectorals, fingers lightly tracing his lower abs under the blankets.

“Yo…um.. Hey…Hey Sukuna… c-can you hear me?” 

Silence. 

You tried again. Nothing.

You huff, your patience waning. 

“Damnit, Sukuna!” you whisper harshly, your voice rising slightly with irritation. 

You waited more. 

The only reply you received was the rise and fall of Yuji’s chest. 

You were seeing red. 

This lame ass motherfucker. 

Was that it? Was he really done with you now after all this? 

Slowly rising off of Yuji’s chest you glare down at your boyfriend as if you could somehow scowl past his body and into his soul at Sukuna.

You quietly mutter to yourself about ‘the headass lord king of body snatching curses who gots more dick in his personality than pants’ while you shuffle over to the night stand on the side of the bed. 

You turn on the small light and dig deep into the drawers to pull out a toy you saved for nights you were particularly hard up and Yuji was out on a mission. 

Sukuna may have been ignoring you but you could no longer ignore the throbbing screaming at you between your legs. 

Maybe if you rubbed one out you could calm yourself down enough just enough to cease your anger at least. 

You needed to make an attempt to relieve yourself before you really lost your mind and did something insane like knocking the mario coins out of your sweet unsuspecting boyfriend in frustration at the curse inside of him. 

He didn’t deserve that. 

Not like he deserved any of this, the curse inside of him nor a girlfriend like you who would spread her legs so easily for a cocky smirk and a big dick.

You closed your eyes and pushed that thought aside for now. You were sweating and near shaking in need of release. 

Making yourself comfortable on the bed, you turn your vibrator on its lowest setting, so as not to disturb Yuji. 

Dragging it across your skin, you snake a path for it down past your breasts, across your belly and lower still relishing the sensations across your body. 

Licking your lips you barely ghosted your vibrator across your clit before a hand grabbed your wrist and another flung your toy across the room instantly smashing it into pieces.

“You really are a bratty fucking whore, you know that?”

The voice you immediately recognized as belonging to Sukuna. 

And how could it not be? 

It was more sultry than Yuji’s. The deep bass in his voice both teased and admonished you causing your aching clit pulsate to the rhythm of every syllable.

“As your King, I don’t recall giving you permission to touch that nasty little cunt, bitch.” 

You whined in protest and attempted to pull away but it was futile in Sukuna's grip. You could feel the fire from his touch on your wrist alone beginning to spread and torch your entire body. 

Exceeding the levels of any sexual frustration you ever knew in your life, his further denial to let you touch yourself threatened to spill the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. 

“I don’t recall asking you, my lord,” you spat his words back at him without thinking, “I’d ask you if you knew you were a trifling asshole but we-”

And in an instant he was on top of you.

His tattooed hands now hold both of your wrists, placing them up over your head effectively caging you in and shutting you up before you could even finish your sentence. 

Your eyes widen in response to the hot snarl of his breath and the red of his glowing eyes burrowing into you. 

The reality of who exactly you just decided to sass sunk in.

Sukuna on the other hand revels in your dismay.

“‘Eh? Triflin’” he said, mocking your tone and slang. “Me? Not the filthy slut who is begging me to use her boyfriend’s body to dick her down while he is sleeping? Then you have the fucking nerve to throw temper tantrums when I don’t.”

Fuck, he had heard your insults from earlier after all.

“You think a bratty bitch like you can summon me on your whims and so address me so casually at that? I’ve killed many for far less.”

He was close now, too close. 

However, although hovering over you Sukuna still wasn’t touching you with the exception of the bruising grip on your wrists. 

Despite the lack of contact your body still responded to the suffocating amount of heat and cursed energy radiating off his own. The intense primal instincts of your fear and arousal brewing together in your body was creating a toxic reaction, one which threatened to tear you apart if Sukuna didn’t first. 

Your lip was quivering and your body was squirming beneath him. 

You are completely at his mercy once again.

“And Yuji?” Sukuna continued mockingly. 

His face dipped closer to yours and you let out the shaky breath you weren’t even aware you were holding.

“You’re so needy after he already gave you this dick tonight too? Tsk tsk, you really are a brazen n’ greedy whore.” 

He was wrong. 

Not about you being a whore, of course.  You couldn’t deny that fact even if you wanted to at the moment. 

But he was wrong by implying it was the same as if you were with Yuji.

When Sukuna took over, except for facial similarities, he was all but a different person. 

Sukuna was taller, more muscular and thicker in all areas, his cock not being excluded from that. The tattoos that decorated his body and bound his dangerous muscles caused him to look more intimidating than Yuji ever could. 

Even his scent was different. It was almost as threatening as his presence and was intoxicatingly masculine, more alpha.  

You knew fighting him further was a losing battle. But you were still mad at him for ignoring you.

Nevertheless, he was here in front of you now. 

You were so close to getting what you wanted. If you had to give up more of your dignity at this point then so be it, you didn’t have much left to covet anyway. 

Completely surrendering yourself to him like the little bitch in heat that you were, you appeal to his ego in hopes he would fuck you.

“If you know I’m a whore then just fuck me like one already Sukuna. My King… please? Pretty please? I-I need you. Make me cum please.”, your saccharine tone contrasted with your depraved pleas coming out like a twisted prayer. 

You humbled yourself and hated it. It broke the tears of frustration that had built in your eyes. 

Moisture spilled down the sides of your face, yet you blinked through them in order to maintain eye contact with him. 

The desperation that called to him from every fiber of your being was apparent to Sukuna, his smirk widening at your distress. 

Releasing your hands in favor of your neck, a hand enclosed it applying pressure as he licked a tear trail down the side of your face.

“Tch, Even when desperate and begging you still can’t help but to be an insolent brat”, he whispered, blowing warm air into you that made you tingle.

That’s when you felt his tongue salaciously lick into your ear before pulling back to bite and suck at your lobe and neck, leaving more marks for you to try to cover in the morning.

The full weight of Sukuna’s naked body was now pressed upon yours. You whimpered as he had finally granted you the contact you craved for.  

You could feel his heavy cock begin to twitch on your belly. You panted as you arched up into him, rubbing against his form creating beautiful friction between you both sending you into euphoria. 

But as quickly as the contact was given, it was taken away.

“You should know by now, Y/N.... Disobedient brats need to be punished.”

Part 2

This was originally supposed to be a one-shot but it got a little out of control with writing the lewd scenes. Part 2 is almost done and is FILTHY omg. I will try to post by tomorrow night or Saturday. (updated as of 9/12).

Lol also for anyone who doesn't know Reggae Punch is actually a popular drink in Japan. I did not make that up. It really doesn't have much alcohol content in it at all. But I LOL'd at Gojo tricking them into drinking Jungle Juice cause its literally night and day.

Also imo, Nanami and his salaryman vibe you know would win a drinking contest out of any JJK man so thats canon to me (excluding Toji as according to official fanbook alcohol has zero effect on him so he doesn't even drink it).

Any mistakes please DM, no rude or criticizing comments please.

P.S. I promise I don't hate Yuji.

Reblogs, likes, comments appreciated!!

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#𝟏 𝐅𝐚𝐧 - P L U G ! S U G U R U

✎₊˚⊹♡ summary & note : continuation of my plug series. here the reader is a local rap princess and suguru is your plug and favorite supporter ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

🏷 tags & warnings: smut, 18+, plug suguru, rapper reader, black femme! reader, reader has a vagina, weed smoking, squirting, spitting, riding, cremepie, oral (f + m briefly) pet names (return of ma/mamas agenda) also i was very eager to post this and its subject to be edited

✎₊˚  word count: 3.1k

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"How much you want again, mama?"

You look up from Suguru's hands to his face as his question registers. Your eyes feel heavy as the indica pulls you into a sweet, tranquil embrace. Your eyes are red, hanging low and Suguru drinks in the sight when he finally meets eyes with you again. He subconsciously licks his lips, your beauty causing his body to increase a few degrees with desire. The burn has him clearing his throat to focus and you give him a lazy grin. You don't realize, but you send him spiraling with your dazzling charm before replying.

"If I remember correctly, you said that if I finish the song you would smoke me out." You remind Suguru of a verbal agreement you two had last smoke session. A chuckle verberates, shoulders shaking as he brings a lighter up to seal the blunt he had been working on. His craftsmanship in his rolls never fell short and tonight was no different. As always, he hands the blunt to you first. He always lets you light it and inhale the first puff of potent gas. Suguru watches your sexy and glossed lips wrap around the blunt at one end and flick the lighter on the opposite. He replies as you light.

"Well, I have yet to hear this said record so where is it, mama?" Suguru taunts as he watches you hollow your cheeks. Your inhale is long and harsh, and a thick cloud of white smoke leaving your mouth confirms it. Suguru smirks, watching you stifle a cough as the cannabis renders you breathless. Your mind is numbing out once again, feeling peace as you lean back into the couch. You pass the blunt to Suguru.

"That gas is immaculate." You comment and he smirks before taking a hit. He's conservative with it, taking smaller but frequent puffs, a major juxtaposition to your bigger yet smaller amounts. He takes another small hit and replies.

"You should know better." He grins, causing a shockwave to go to your belly at his charming smile. You shake it off.

"I never expect less. Anyways, I have the track on my phone. Do you wanna hear it?" You ask as Suguru hands you the blunt back. You scroll through your phone as you take it, locating the track as you take another drastic inhale.

"You should know better than to ask me a fucking question like that." You roll your eyes at his profane language but nevertheless you know his intent. Especially with the way his hips turned into a lazy grin, eyeing at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. Little did you know you have Suguru wrapped around your finger badly. His personal weed stash was not shared with anyone, let alone a romantic prospect. He knew you were different the moment he saw you rapping on stage and gave him the meanest and stankest attitude when he pushed up on you. It took him several appearances at your shows to finally entertain a conversation and the chemistry was so instant you were mad you took so long to give him your attention.

The drug dealer falling sweet on the rising local princess was not a romantic storyline Suguru thought he would find himself apart of yet here he was.

You play the track and Suguru instantly catches the beat. His head follows along with the bass instinctively, eyes closed as he focuses on your lyrics, flow, and delivery. Whenever clever word play or flow switch ups occurred he let out a verbal affirmation or appraisal that left your ego swelling. You took another hit from the blunt as the song continues, your final verse playing as you finish the track strong. A menace and lyrical genius you are in the booth and Suguru shakes his head. He opens his eyes as he looks over to hold your gaze.

"You so damn talented, y/n. You gotta perform that soon." He declares, reaching for the blunt and you hand it to him. He settles deeper into the couch, spreading his thighs out and the sight of him manspreading caused a butterflies to be released briefly but you quickly pull yourself out ot it. You gather your composure before replying.

"I will and you better be front row." You give him a cute little stank face, mean mugging as Suguru puffs on the blunt. He smirks at you.

"Bratty little thing," the words travel straight to your cunt, "but sure thing, mama. You already know wassup." Suguru gives you one of his charming grins and you feel those butterflies get set loose again. You can't fight it and you smile back. Suguru knows it's a mix of infatuation and cannabis, but he has the sudden desire to kiss you. He looks all over you, seeing that lip gloss still painted on your plush lip, big hoops in your ears, and those sexy bangs you recently got done. You're a goddess and have the intellect to keep Suguru on his toes.

"Good." You utter at his declaration, bringing him from his thoughts and he hums. He refuses to look away, even slowly leaning his weight towards you to bring his face closer to yours. You feel your heart thundering in your chest to the point where it almost hurts. You see the look in Suguru's face and sense he wants to immediately fold you in multiple different ways. Your eyes flicker down, eyeing the gray sweats he greeted you at the door with and see a tent now present. You should have known you would be sweating your straightened hair right back into curls.

"Mind if I kiss you, ma?" That was one thing about Suguru, you wouldn't think this immediately because he's a dealer, but he's so tender and so considerate of your boundaries. You felt yourself swooning at the man next to you, his large stature leaning over you as his lips came closer.

"I been waiting for you to do since I came through the door." You confess and Suguru smiles. A large and warm hand reaches out to caress your cheek. He holds his hands there, guiding your pretty face forward to meet him halfway.

"That long huh? Let me not keep my pretty baby waiting any longer, hmm?" Your lips meet and your world seems to melt. All the stresses evaporate and are replaced with a single thought.

Geto Suguru.

"Missed you so much, baby." Suguru says, tongue kissing you on his bed and you huff against his lips. You chase after his mouth, diving back in for a kiss as your hand snakes down to his sweats. He groans when he feels your hand palm against his length. You feel your clit tingle at his groan against your lips.

"I missed you too, Ru." You manage to get out before kissing him again. You crave his lips on yours and feel satisfied when you taste him again. He lets you kiss him a couple more times, your strawberry gloss on his tongue and you taste it when he shoves his tongue inside. You moan, falling onto your back as he pushes you onto it. You feel him pull away and you start to chase after him until he raises to his hunches. You pout, looking up at the man as he looks down at you.

"Watchu poutin for?" He asks, raising an eyebrow as he takes the black elastic hair tie from his wrist.

"You're not kissing me." You say and he chuckles. You dig your toes into the comforter at how dark his laugh sounded and your lower belly awakens when you notice he's beginning to tie his hair up into a bun.

"Yeah? Cause i'm bouta fucking feast on that lil pussy take them panties off already."

He's going to be the death of you.

"Fuck, I missed eating this pussy."

Sloppy slurping sounds cause your head to spin. You moan uncontrollably as Suguru feasts himself between your legs. His tongue is darting skillfully along your folds, collecting every drop you have to offer. Your toes curl, thighs shaking as Suguru has you on your back, legs pressed to your chest and feet dangling in the air. Your pretty anklet dangles and it happens to be one of his many gifts to you.

"Miss when you spit on it." You whine out before you can stop yourself. Suguru raises an eyebrow from between your legs, stopping his feast to smirk. He doesn't say anything, but before you can retort at his pausing he gathers all the fluids in his mouth and spits violently. The majority of it lands on your clit, the rest trickling down your soaked cunt. Your eyes roll back at the filthy scene and Suguru brings his thick fingers to spread it around your swollen clit.

"Like this huh? Like when I mark this pretty pussy?" His fingers sink into your folds, fucking the spit into your hole and you nod.

"Mhmm, yes Suguru." You whimper and he smirks. He brings his lips back down to leave a messy kiss on your clit. Your head falls back into the pillows as he takes it into his harm mouth. His tongue flickers along the swollen button before sucking harshly. You clench around nothing, desperate for something but you're too fucked out to articulate you want his cock. You feel satisified with the way his tongue marks each inch of your cunt. His oral techniques were gifts that you loved to abuse.

"You taste so good," he moans, taking a break to look at his work. Suguru admires it, seeing your swollen and soaked mound. He places an index finger at your entrance, feeling the arousal collected and greeting him instantly. He swears under his breath at the warmth and tight embrace of your folds. You pant, throwing your legs open wider to wordlessly beg for more.

"Suguru!" You moan, bucking your hips to attempt to fuck his fingers. He grins, seeing a small ring of cream form around his finger.

"Pussy so fucking wet, mama," he removes himself from between your legs and rises to his knees, "need you to wet this dick f'me, baby." You are sliding to be on your knees, matching Suguru's stance and he raises an eyebrow. Your hands come to his face, holding his cheeks before kissing him passionately. Suguru moans and you're slipping your tongue into his mouth causing his dick to twitch. His hands fall down to the curve of your back, taking your ass in his hands and squeezing. You moan but only continue to passionately kiss Suguru. Your hands slowly came from his face, traveling down to his shoulders. You plant your hands firmly on his broad, strong shoulders and press down before Suguru can register.

"What's this?" He asks looking up at you as you straddle his waist. You look down, grinning as you sink yourself into his lap.

"Wanna ride you." You state, grabbing between your legs to stroke his length. Your delicate digits touching his warm cock and earning a hiss from his mouth. You take his lips back with yours. Your tongues dance once again as you lead his tip to your awaiting hole. Your eagerness caused you to sink down, ignoring the sting and relishing in feeling full. You moans in his mouth, and he finds his hands kneading at your ass. You begin bouncing up and down, earning illicit moans from the two of you.

"Fuck, you're so wet." Suguru says against your lips. You moan and continue bouncing in his lap. His cock inching in and out left you breathless and falling closer to euphoria.

"All for you baby." You tell Suguru. He blushes but meets your thrusts when you sink back down. You choke, moaning out a whimper as you lift your hips, sinking them back down to be met with another thrust from Suguru. A lazy smirk forms on his lips and you squeal. His balls slap against your rear as his kneading ceases and a slap occurs. You let out a scream at the sting and pure shock.

"So tight and warm." He grunts, continuing to meet your thrusts and you grin. Your thighs begin to burn but you block out the pain, continuing to ride your lover to his pending orgasm. You feel your roots sweating into their prominent curls and Suguru relishes in the sight. Nothing had him more prideful than seeing his girl come with straightened hair and leave with natural curls. He knew if you didn't leave your curls he didn't do it right.

"Ru!" You pant his nickname, choking as he thrusts deeper and hitting your spot. The stroke earns a gush of liquid to wet your thighs and his pelvis. He bites his lip as your nails begin to dig into his skin, smarking his shoulders with crimson lines. He doesn't mind and only continues to meet your bounces with quicker thrusts.

"This pussy was made for me." Suguru comments, savoring the way your cunt continues to grip and milk him ecstacy. You whimper, giggling softly before you speak back.

"This dick was made for me." Your retort is followed with you clenching your walls. Suguru moans out a soft laugh before his hand strikes down on your ass. You cry and he hits the opposite cheek. Handprints form on both cheeks and he massages the sting away.

“Gonna come in this pretty cunt.” Suguru warns, feeling his cock swelling and ready to explode at any moment. Your pussy continues to squeeze Suguru's cock while making it absolutely soaked. His dick is beyond wet, its drenched.

"Give it to me." You sultrily encourage, "missed your cum baby." His tip kisses that sensitive spot and you start whining. Your pussy squelching with each bounce in his lap and continuing to decorate his thick thighs. Suguru is moaning at this point, hissing at how you continue to grip him despite being so fucking wet.

"Fuck, ma you're squirtin' all over me." Suguru moans, biting his lip as he continues to meet your rhythm, You only moan, ceasing your bouncing to roll your hips fluidly, his cock sliding in and out with lewd squelching. You place your forehead against his as you moan at the feeling of him twitching inside you.

"Feel so full baby." You say against his lips and he grins, hand slapping your ass and causing you to toss your head back, yelling out a profanity.

"So fucking tight," Suguru grunts through clenched teeth, "imma cum soon." Suguru warns, moaning again as you continue roll your hips gracefully. You sigh at his words, still swirling your hips as you lean back. Suguru looks down and sees your soaked cunt leave a creamy ring around his cock. He swears at the sight as he fights to cum because god the view is fucking filthy. Your swollen clit stood at full attention as it begged to be touched.

"Fuck, Suguru!" You place a steady hand on the back of his neck to brace yourself as you continue to lean back. He bites his lip, seeing the way your tits bounce and your beautiful body rolling obscenely. Something primal shifts in him and he's placing strong hands on your waist. You yelp, feeling your body fall back till you land in the plush sheets. Suguru still holds your hips, having them in the air as he pistons his cock deep into you. You choke, screaming before you place a hand on his wrist as you choke on several moans. Suguru is grunting, eyes closing as he is near his end.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum in this pussy." Suguru warns you as he feels his cock throbbing with each trust. The warmth and lewd noises coming from your cunt didn't help with the constant squeezing and soft pleas coming from your pretty mouth. Your mouth is hanging open as he continues to fuck you stupid, screams occurring as you struggle to grasp reality. Suguru's strokes render your mind completely blank.

"Ru-gonna-Cum!" You're choking, struggling to warn him and Suguru chuckles softly. He quickly moans though, as you squirt all over him yet again. He's cursing, hips snapping desperately as he felt his orgasm about to wash over him.

"Ah ah, baby fuck. I'm cumming!" He hisses out, sighing as he ruts sloppily, thick cum spilling inside you as you reach your undoing. You sob, thighs shaking as you back arches, tumbling into a thick abyss of pleasure. Suguru slowly lets out his thrusts, leaving you whimpering shivering as he slips out of your cunt. You shudder out a breath as you slowly open your eyes. His cock goes limp, but still wet with your arousal as you sit up. You're in a daze, but nevertheless you reach forward wrapping your lips around his limp cock to taste you and him. He hisses at the feeling but allows you to suck. You pull away, only to get pushed down yet again.

Suguru spreads your legs, eyeing at your abused cunt but he waits. Surely, his cum trickles from between your folds and he licks his lips. He leans down to lick a quick stripe up your cunt, fat tongue lapping the taste of you two before crawling up your body. He meets you with a kiss, swapping more than just salvia and you suck on his tongue. He pulls away, licking his lips before speaking.

"So fucking nasty." You giggle at him and he chuckles along with you.

"It's why you keep fucking with me." You tease, smiling lazily in the post sex haze. Suguru only smiles before kissing you once again.

"One of a few. C'mon. Let's shower and smoke another blunt huh?"

He always knows just the right things to say to you.

A shower and clean up routine later you're settling into his bed passing a blunt back and forth.

"When's your next show, mama?" Suguru passes you the blunt as he exhales. You take it, looking up from his chest before replying.

"Next Friday." You take a hit and watch him nod. He makes a mental note to clear his schedule on that day. Ever since fucking with you he always made sure he was present at your shows.

"I'm there." He said. You smile, nodding because you knew he meant that. This man before you taking the time to make sure he was always there to be your number one supporter. You didn't know if you and Suguru would ever be committed together, but you didn't bother to stress yourself with uncertainties. As long as you had the man before you in your corner. The world could burn away.

But as long as you weren't separated from Geto Suguru, you'd be fine.

©𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐯 ╰┈┈➤ MASTERLIST!

[yuwuta]

yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always. 

[hinamie]

hhmmmmm uh im dusting the cobwebs off my brain trying 2 come up w something interestinf uhh.......anything non spoiler-y you can discuss w regards to geto in the atla au perchance?

hi rin !!!!! tysm fr sending i hope u r doing well <3

atla geto lore fr u courtesy of sam:

he's a waterbender from the northern water tribe. he can bloodbend but finds it distasteful

he gave gojo the betrothal necklace/proposed to him when they were 20 (all of the adult characters are aged up in the fic vs jjk canon ages)

all of his decisions are driven by a desire to lighten the burden placed on gojo's shoulders

aaaaand atla geto draws fr u courtesy of Me :3

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[angelicscribe]

ok i headcannon that gojo loves the barbie movies

and i don't mean the 2023 live action i mean those old 2000s cgi messes that have no sensible plot

he loves them for the bit okay he is a silly, goofy individual and he commits to that

but his favorite part is watching them with you.

"oh my god, look at that fucking thing!"

"thing?" you seethe at him. "that is not a thing. that's bibble and he is awesome, i'll have you know." you and satoru were watching barbie fairytopia: rainbow magic after talking about how it used to be your favorite way back when.

"what even is he?" satoru snickers.

"he's..." you falter. "blue?"

"i can see that silly, i mean what kind of animal is that? what species is he?"

"a blue one!" you state confidently. satoru bursts out giggling at your stubbornness. you give him a gentle shove with your sock-covered foot.

"hey, why are you all the way over there?" he whines, giving you his infamous pout. "come snuggle with meeeeeee." he grabs your foot and yanks your whole body towards him.

"jesus toru," you mumble, mostly to yourself. "so needy." you shake your head but look over at him when you hear him giggle, this one much softer than usual.

"you know you love it," he says, slinging his arm around your shoulders to pull your body to rest against him.

"yeah," you remark softly, "i do."

eeeeek my first fic! or my first one since the year 2013 lol. this was super rushed i wrote this in less than 10 minutes. i got struck with inspiration and i figured at least it's something ya know? anyways i hope u enjoyed! i may or may not have a sugardaddy!satoru piece in the works.... ehehehe

[jadeoru]

psst! hey! wanna see something scary?

ya know that new movie coming out soon? i heard it was based off of a true story! apparently they never solved the case… how about we try?

taglist: (open) join here!

i heard the cause of death was murder! the cops never found the culprit, but apparently the suspects were:

sakusa, akaashi, iwaizumi, hinata, atsumu, osamu, bokuto, kiyoko, kuroo, suna, gojo, geto, shoko, choso & vash the stampede!

sorry if ur fave isnt here, i probably just dont like them/dont know how to write for them!

have you discovered who the killer is? awesome! lets move on to the weapon they used!

★ . knife (smut)

★ . rubber duck (fluff)

★ . poison (angst)

★ . gun (hurt/comfort)

now that that’s out of the way, i wonder why they did it? lets figure out their motive.

★ . anger (enemies to lovers)

★ . jealousy (love triangle)

★ . love (yandere)

★ . accident (friends to lovers)

★ . framed (fake dating)

★ . insanity (forced proximity)

phew.. i think we covered everything. case closed! (unless there’s something you forgot to add?) thank you for the help!

please note: limited time only! will stop accepting requests at november 1st, 01/11.

you can request on anon, however, you are not allowed to request smut on anon. and please specify whether you want fem!reader, or gender neutral. i will not write male!reader, sorry! up to 2 requests per person!

make sure asks have at least one of each category in them! have fun requesting! 🔪

completed: 0/11

01: after hours - kiyoko shimizu.

02: close call - shoko ieri

03: like or like like? - gojo satoru

04: out for blood - sakusa kiyoomi & iwaizumi hajime

05: are they gonna fuck or fight? - akaashi keiji

06: dripping rose - suguru geto

[mymessyfandomlibrary]

As the Evidence Shows

Featuring; Higuruma Hiromi x GN!Prosecutor! Reader

Rating; SFW

Other Notes; fluff, back at it again with mutual pining cuz that's the good shit, friends to lovers

Word Count; 3.9K

Link to Masterlist

If there was one thing that you hated, it would be losing.

A competitive spark, headstrong as a mule, and never backing down even when your back is to a corner. But that’s good. If you weren’t all that, your job would have chewed you up and spat you out at the very beginning if your classmates in university hadn’t already tried as much. 

And for most of your time sitting and presenting in front of the judge and the court, you found it becoming less and less of a challenge. Typically, undeniable evidence sealed the deal, and the jury would deliberate for a few hours before coming back with either a not guilty or guilty verdict.

Yes, the opposition would try to get under your skin — as what was to be expected — you never took much mind. They were holding their end of their deal with their client, as much as you were holding up yours. To be fair though, they and their client had much to lose; status, reputation, money, and their freedom for the criminal cases, those were always the most high stakes.

That’s what brought you to court today, after setting the court dates and getting all of the necessary paperwork (and several all nighters overviewing everything) it was finally the first day of many.

You had reviewed every single detail of the case, and made yourself acquainted with your opposition for this case.

Higuruma Hiromi. 

You knew that this case wouldn’t be easy. You knew that it would be a verbal tooth and nail fight. On the outside you remained stoic, but on the inside you felt like a boxer prepping for the biggest match of the year. 

Did you feel nervous? Not really. You don’t doubt your abilities.

Excited though? Yeah, you could say that.

“Excited over punishment?” People would ask when they found out you were a prosecutor. ‘Shark’ would play through your mind, ‘lawyers are nothing but sharks.’ And it always leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

“Innocent until proven guilty beyond a responsible doubt,” you would retort.

You didn’t get excited about punishment, or ‘karma’, or anything like that.

You got excited about a challenge. At this push and pull as the defence and prosecution made their arguments. Calling up witnessings. Cross examining evidence. Pointing out weaknesses in what the other is saying. Trying to make the other tick until the judge would reprimand the other. Butting heads until the jury came back with a final decision. Only relenting when the verdict is spoken, albeit with a bruised ego.

You made eye contact as you were giving your opening statement, and you could tell that Higuruma was analysing you, trying to stay one step ahead.

Most of the day went like this, of course with a myriad of ‘objection, your honour’ thrown in there.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. 

It went on like this for hours before a recess was called. And you could tell that the judge wanted to rub at their temples from how both you and Higuruma were presenting and objecting to your cases.

Cracking your knuckles and your neck, you took a breath of somewhat fresh air in the hallway, looking at your watch before looking back up and sighing.

The amount of evidence, witnesses, and the nature of the case would make this drag on for some time. If this was a case of a different nature, and a different defence lawyer, you would have mentally groaned at the potential weeks if not months of court dates fighting a predictable but easy uphill battle. But now, this ‘rock’ of yours was proving to be much more difficult than usual.

“So,” a voice that you were growing familiar to spoke quietly behind you, “are you planning to object to everything I say?”

Higuruma was standing behind you, sporting a cup of what smelled to be very strong black coffee and a somewhat amused expression on his face.

You took a drink from the water bottle you were holding, pretending to think to see if it would eat at his resolve. “No, not everything,” you answer, raising a brow. “Just doing my job.”

He huffed out of his nose. “By making mine more difficult,” he retorted.

“Would you expect anything else,” you challenge.

He looked at you, analysing again before taking a long drag from his paper cup, “No.”

He didn’t say anything else, instead he continued to nurse his coffee and wait. Waiting for either for court to be back in session or for you to tick at the presumed awkward silence.

Today it would be the former as the court went back from recess and the chess match continued. 

It continued like this for the duration of the trial.

Higuruma and you would make your arguments, a few attempts at trying to win over the jury — to which both of you would object, making the judge choose to sustain or overrule or pull out their hair — but mainly just providing the evidence to prove the accused innocence or guilt.

Today was the last day. Countless hours of hard work would prove out today, for the both of you.

The last recess was called, and you found yourself back in the hallway, again with Higuruma coming up beside you but without his typical black coffee in hand.

“You put up a hell of a fight,” you break the silence, looking at him through the corner of your eye.

Higuruma looked at you the same, just out of the corner of his eye, making contact. “Just doing my job,” he says back, a slight smile trying to fight its way onto his face.

You nearly snort, going back to your first actual conversation with the man outside of the courtroom. “… by making mine more difficult, right,” you fire back.

Something flashes in his eyes; amusement? Mischief? You didn’t know, but something flashed in those typically dark and guarded eyes.

“Would you expect anything else?”

At that you are the first to chuckle. “No.”

A smile made its appearance on his face, the first one you had seen this entire time. But soon you both found yourselves back in the courtroom, waiting for the jury to come back with their verdict, which was going to … well, it was going to take a while.

But you were both patient. Both you and Higuruma had made your cases, hell, this was probably one of the best cases in your career, and now, you waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Finally, after nearly six or seven hours, the jury came out from deliberating, the foreperson coming up to the stand.

“We the jury find the defendant,” they said, both you and Higuruma waited for the answer with baited breath, “not guilty.”

You never thought yourself to be overconfident in your abilities, but you couldn’t lie that those words didn’t feel like a slap to the face over the work you had put in. Arguably though, something stranger brewed in your gut other than a bruised ego — pride.

You were proud of Higuruma, which you found odd but also not really. He also put in just as much, if not more, work as you did, and stood by his client.

You waited until he was done speaking to his client to approach him, trying to come up with something to say. “You beat me, fair and square.” Was way too… well, it didn’t feel right to say after all this time.

“Congratulations,” you offered instead, extending your hand to shake his. I may be a loser, but I’m not a sore one.

Higuruma looked at your hand for a moment before encapsulating it with his own, “… thanks.” 

Your hands stayed like that for a moment before he drew his back, and you noted that his hands were cold. Maybe the piping hot coffee also served to keep them warm? You internally mused.

You both stood there for a moment, both debating on what to say.

“So-”

“You-”

You said at the same time, interrupting each other before both falling quiet, waiting.

He cleared his throat, “You go first.”

“So,” you pondered for the right thing to say. You sure as hell didn’t want to just part ways and never speak to him again. Higuruma tickles a part of your brain that had laid dormant for too long. He provided a challenge. A new perspective. Plus he did outwit you in court, and you wanted to learn how he did that. “Coffee on me?”

Higuruma looked at you for a moment, brows furrowed, thinking. “Sure,” he said, “and also, you put up a hell of a fight.”

“Can’t make your job too easy, can I,” you muster back.

He just shakes his head. “Can’t expect anything else.”

You both stand there, in content quiet.

“Does the cafe down the street suffice,” you ask.

“I think we’ll get some odd looks due to the hour, but it works.”

That much was true, as the sun was kissing the horizon line, but you disregarded that.

“Alright then,” you pretend to sigh in defeat, joking, “follow me.”

Higuruma does indeed wait for you to take the lead, and you wait a second before doing so, waiting to see if he would follow. And even though he did say that was good with a late-ish cafe trip, you were still pleasantly surprised that he was following you, just a step behind.

The short walk over was quiet, both of you undoubtedly tired from your respective work loads, but also comfortable enough as to not make any meaningless idle chatter.

Once at the cafe — a cute pastel and lace themed one that looked like it belonged in a children’s bedtime story rather than the real world — you and Higuruma got seated in a booth. Mentally you knew that the sight of two suit clad people with probable dark circles sitting in a baby blue booth with lace frills and such was a comedic sight, but you didn’t care.

“Let me guess,” you drum your fingers over the table, “black coffee strong enough to kill a horse?”

Higuruma cocked a brow and looked at you, “Am I that predictable?” And he feigned interest at the menu, looking over the photos. “I don’t strike you as the brown sugar latte type?”

You hummed, “Well, you were sporting one every day in court, so I assumed as such. Guilty, I guess.”

Now it was his turn to hum. “Should have guessed you would have made notes, you seem to note little details.”

And you both searched through the menu until an employee came up to take your orders.

Black coffee and a double chocolate muffin for Higuruma. Lemon chamomile tea and an apple danish for you.

“No water?” He asked, looking over the brim of his cup.

“It’s late and I want to go to bed as soon as I get home, so, tea,” you quip back.

He shrugged, putting down his scorching hot beverage.

It was quiet again, and if this was you several years back, you would have felt the need to mindlessly fill the silence with fillers, but you knew this was comfortable. Plus, the both of you have been going back and forth in court. Yes, this was different, but it still allowed you to get a bit of a sense of what Higuruma was about. Sort of.

“Higuruma,” you started, stirring sugar into your ‘sleepy time tea’, “I would like to be friends.”

I would like to be friends? Why does that sound so … lame? UGH!

He looked at you, analysing yet again. “Defence and a prosecutor, friends,” he said in a mockingly joking tone, pretending to think about it. “I thought we already were.”

You held his eye contact for a moment before offering a lopsided grin, holding your drink out to toast. “To new friendships and to me getting my ass handed to.”

He chuckled, “To new friendships and to you getting your ass handed to… courtesy of me.”

You rolled your eyes but toasted to it anyways, a warm feeling brewing in your stomach — it was most likely tea, but you decided that for now, it was better to leave it alone until another day.

Higuruma was beside himself, mentally pacing back and forth as he revised all of the evidence in his head, trying to connect the imaginary red string to see where things started to feel different.

Not with you, you had always been the same, still as much as a spitfire as usual, but where the shift in his feelings had started.

It wasn’t during the trial, as he didn’t know you very well. He did think you to be competent and sharp, and funny in a dry wit sort of way. And while it was endearing to see you in that pastel cafe with your ‘sleepy time grandparent tea’ he doesn’t think it was then.

There was no concrete point where he could pinpoint when platonic morphed into this strange being that lived in the recesses of his brain that wanted more than merely platonic bonds between the two of you. It was strange. It was … annoying. It was annoying because Hiromi finally found someone that he could be himself around and his brain decided ‘hey, you know what could ruin this?’ and now he’s standing at his kitchen counter at quarter past two in the morning trying to figure out why and when.

But there was no defining thing or time, which was irksome. No aha! Moment, just a seamless blend that left him wanting for more yet feeling guilty for wanting more. A double edged sword.

The harsh blue light of his phone illuminated the darkness, his finger hovering over your number, debating whether or not to hit the green call button at this late hour. Instead of pressing it — it’s late, they’re sleeping — he opened up his messenger, fingers yet again hovering over the keyboard, trying to think of something to say, but coming up with nothing.

Sighing in frustration he closed his phone, choosing instead to look out the window, trying to figure something out.

Cliche. I’m a damn cliche.

Falling for ‘the enemy’ alone is bad, but also your friend? Hiromi debated about either starting his coffee pot or picking up a shot glass full of bourbon to take away the edge.

He decided against it though, instead choosing to lay his forehead on the cool glass of the window, hoping the chill would clear his head and level his thoughts. All it left though was cold skin, unanswered questions, and a smudge on the glass that he would need to clean up come morning.

Opening up his phone again, he stared at your contact name and photo, something the both of you had done after hanging out for the third time. The photo was the one from your LinkedIn profile, but with neon cat ears and whiskers — yes, he looked at your LinkedIn. And you had set your name in his phone as just your name.

It wasn’t anything special.

To be fair, Hiromi had just put his name into your phone, and let you decide what photo to use for it, which resulted in you taking a blurry photo of him in yet another themed cafe.

It isn’t anything special. 

He closed his phone again, raking his hands through his hair and started to walk back to his bed. He knew that he wouldn’t be getting a lick of sleep tonight, but like hell was he going to wake you up at this hour just because he was feeling conflicted about your relationship, that he had broken the universal rule of ‘don’t fall in love with your friend’.

“You look like shit, Hiro,” you mused, assessing the man’s pronounced dark circles. “Work life balance is key, so don’t be working yourself to death. I’ll haunt you if you do.”

Hiromi sighed, and rolled his eyes. “If I’m dead then how would you, a live person, haunt me,” he shot back. 

You made a face, but went back to picking at the pastry you had ordered, “I would find a way. Can’t let you get off the hook too easily now.”

There it was again, that part of his brain that wanted to say something. “I’ve been hooked for a long time now.” But he sipped his too sweet drink instead, trying something new. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said instead, “you’re too stubborn.”

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, choosing to analyse him like he did to you at the very beginning.

Dark under eye circles from probable lack of sleep, but you knew that those were typical for him. His hair wasn’t as styled like it typically was, again, that could be chalked up to a lack of sleep. But there was something else going on. Hiromi felt … troubled.

Now, it could be a case he’s working on — the two of you don’t mix business with the friendship that had formed, afterall, you both knew about confidentiality and its ramifications — but those typically didn’t get under his skin. Whatever was bothering him was far more complex and was at ends with the man’s morals and values.

“Something is wrong,” you place your fork down, resting your head in your crossed hands, “spill, Hiromi.”

Hiromi paused. You had taken to calling him Hiro ever since the two of you went to karaoke several months back. You only call him Hiromi when you’re serious. Higuruma when you were mad, which thankfully hadn’t happened save for when you had to almost carry him home when he had too many drinks.

Lie.

“Lost some sleep to a wandering brain,” he said, carefully watching his words.

You purse your lips, an obvious I call bullshit expression clear on your face, waiting for a better answer.

… a bit of the truth is fine, just make sure it’s not obvious.

So, he steadied himself, making sure that he didn’t blow his cover. “A coworker, you know Jun, decided to unload his love life on me late last night,” he sighed, carefully judging your reaction.

You raised a brow, “Do I want to know about it?”

“No, not really. It’s boring. Just conflicting feelings that he has for a friend and he doesn’t want to fuck it up.” Hiromi took a sip of the too sweet drink again, regretting that he had let you choose his drink today and you had decided to see if he would drink the neon pink thing with whip cream and sprinkles.

You winced, and shook your head. “Poor bastard,” you sipped your own drink, mentally noting that Hiromi had ordered you your regular even though you had decided to be an imp and order something off his usual brand. “What did you tell him?”

What did I tell him? “That he shouldn’t risk his friendship.”

“Seriously?” You deadpanned, groaning. “I mean, fair, but do they have good chemistry? Trust? Do they reciprocate?”

Hiromi considered what you said and applied those questions to your friendship.

Do they have good chemistry? He would say yes, afterall, why would you both still hang out after parting ways from the courtroom? Talking to you was easy.

Trust? You’ve both seen each other running on miniscule amounts of sleep. You’ve seen each other sing your hearts out at karaoke. You’ve seen him in some of his most vulnerable in the past year of knowing each other and becoming friends.

Do they reciprocate?

He couldn’t answer that one. That wasn’t his question to answer. It was your’s. 

“I don’t know if they reciprocate,” he answered carefully, not wanting his internal monologue to slip through the cracks.

You nodded, going back to picking at your food. “Well, tell Jun that the only way to figure that one out is to ask them.”

Obviously you were right again.

“He doesn’t want to ruin–”

“He doesn’t know if it will ruin anything.”

Hiromi fell silent, knowing it was true, but today wasn’t the day to confide that Jun didn’t have relationship woes. He did.

You didn’t push, as both of you weren’t the type to fill awkward silence with even more awkward needless idle chatter. Instead you were trying to quell down the two parts of your brain that were duking it out.

One part wanted, and had for a while, to cradle Hiromi’s head in its hand and press their foreheads together before kissing him senseless — something that made you stare up at your ceiling late at night. And the other was wanting to keep the status quo, to continue business just as usual.

Your alarm went off, and you groaned.

“Work?” He asked, smirking a bit at your reaction; you never protested when you were called to the office.

You got up and stretched your limbs, “Yeah. Rain check for another day?”

Hiromi nodded, which you took as an answer before getting your belongings together before making your way to the office.

But that left him alone at your booth, nursing both the sweet drink but also his own conflicting feelings.

You got home that night, utterly spent and wanting nothing more than to crawl underneath the covers and pass out. Unfortunately, your brain decided that no, things would not be that easy. Things were never that easy.

You taped your fingers on your phone case, before deciding to call Hiromi.

The phone hadn’t even finished its first ring before he picked up the phone and answered. “Something’s wrong,” it wasn’t a question. He knew that you wouldn’t call at this hour if something wasn’t wrong. 

“Hello to you too,” you sighed, trying to dismiss that yes, something was wrong. “Can’t I just call because I miss you?”

That much was true. You missed him. 

And Hiromi sucked at his teeth, his mind storing that phrase away even though he knew that he shouldn’t. “You can,” he said quietly, “I doubt that was the only reason though.”

You strode over to your sofa, plopping down as you debated what to say. “You got me thinking over what you said at the cafe earlier, about Jun.”

“Ah,” Hiromi was tapping his foot. The late hour and the fear that his charade was up was getting the better of him. “What did you think of?”

You swallowed. Where was the usual courage? The typical smartass? Where did my fire go? “Well,” you dragged a hand across your face, “I think it would be unwise to not at least ask how the other person feels.”

Hiromi was quiet. That was something that he dreaded to ask, but he also knew that you wouldn’t just shout ‘Objection!’ like you had in court.

“How do you feel?” About me? He said quietly.

The two creatures in your head stopped their quarrelling, the doubtful one giving the hopeful one a look of defeat. Your fate was sealed. 

You licked your lips, your mouth dry. “Do you want an honest answer?”

It’s now or never. “Yes.”

You sat up, and placed your phone on the table, the blurry photo you took of Hiromi several months back staring back at you with an amused expression. “I feel like … I can’t imagine my life without you,” you say.

Hiromi paused, “Nor can I imagine mine without you.”

This wasn’t some sort of Hallmark movie where the two love interests ran to each other to kiss, no. You were both in your homes, navigating how things would play out. But you both knew that there would be no getting rid of each other.

You both hated losing. You both were stubborn. You both cared and respected each other. 

“Lucky for you, I’m not going anywhere,” you say back.

Hiromi smiled, chuckling a bit, knowing you very well, “I wouldn’t doubt you, not in the slightest.”