I got inspired by the mamagi posts by @nguyenfinity but unfortunately I am on a tragedy bend with my writing ideas so I had to make it sad (just a story idea under the cut not any actual writing)
i had an idea for just a little like. drabble of rinne having a little shrine to her in niki's apartment that niki only finds like two or three years down the road (but still pre !! Main story) which has some offerings to her and theres like a specific day each year rinne just fucks off all day and niki cant find him and at first he's like. well rinne's out of my hair idc where he is but niki's a smart guy and connects the dots and is like. oh. oh oh that's why he leaves for a day and a half every year when he finds the little shrine tucked away in a shoebox or smth.
niki takes so long looking for rinne bc he's like. realistically she (mamagi) wont be buried in the city but also he's not just going back to his village right? and takes forever to find him bc rinne is also not at any of the pachinko parlors and it takes like. All fucking day before Niki has like. A realization and goes out to the edge of town and then some and there's Rinne sitting by a tree and he looks sad and lonely but hes asleep bc hes been there all day probably hasnt eaten anything and Niki just comes up to him and wiggles under his arm and is like. Wanna talk about it? To a drowsy rinne who says no but appreciates the gesture and they just stay like that for the rest of the night.
Maybe like the year before the main story rinne finally tells him abt his mom and they have a little moment together thats just basking in each other's presence and inviting ghost mamagi to be with them or smth
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with a force and an aroused mind, you sent a photo to gojo. well, to be more specific, your nudes in the middle of the day. you’re sure he would not mind at all, right? it’s gojo satoru we’re talking about.
feeling a thrill of anticipation as you waited for his response because normally he replied almost instantly, his sneery comments making you smile. but this time, minutes ticked by without a word, and you started to fidget, glancing at your phone repeatedly.
finally, a notification popped up. you eagerly opened it, only to find a single, dry word:
satoru: wow
fuck it, you decided to send another photo, hoping to get a better reaction. what in the world was that reaction? you muttered to yourself, the boyfriend you know not spamming texts or even emojis seeing your naked body? your tits? maybe it wasn’t enough. but again, minutes passed without any response. you sent another and another, each one met with the same silence.
your mind raced with possibilities; maybe he was busy, maybe something had happened. but the longer you waited, the more your impatience grew. unable to stand it any longer, you decided to call him, needing to hear his voice and find out what was going on.
the phone rang, and just as you were about to hang up, he answered. "hey," he said, there’s a faint sound of his breath hitching, “baby.”
"what the fuck is going on?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. "why are you answering so dry?"
you narrowed your eyes at the call. "what’s with the one-word answers and no replies? i was starting to think you were mad at me or something. you’re bored of my pics?”
without another word, he switched the call to a video call. at first, you could only saw his forehead, the camera was a bit unsteady as you hear his deep breathing from the loud speakers. "aww, my bad. don’t get me wrong baby," he said, tone suddenly warm and engaging, a tad of playfulness towards the end.
“sorry, it’s just,” he laughed, a light, carefree sound escaping his lips as he positioned his phone to a better angle and a much better view. “the photos were too much . .”
“and it’s kinda hard to type with one hand, y’know?”
your mind raced at the screen, your boyfriend’s hand was sliding up and down his shaft as ragged breaths filled up the silence. his length was already wrapped with some sticky substance and he kept gliding his fingers, toying with it when another surge formed at the top.
“ah,” you feigned sulking, though you were enjoying it. "you could have just said that."
"forgive me? i’ll make it up to you when i’m home baby, promise.”
“only if you let me use one hand on you too, satoru.“
n. aha . . one silly satoru smut that has sat on my mind for a long while. tagging a satoru fucker @sugulani uu <3
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