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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

something so magical to me about guy who is a misandrist x guy who is gay ……….

[manzanamarim]

Redraw of another classic bc season 2 dragged me back into this hell and I felt like it idk

(Edited to crop it a bit differently oops)

[lotus-pear]

lore accurate teen soukoku. the worsties ever

[vvunderkind]

don't go yet

[eraserbread]

satoru gojo is a pervert.

he knows it, you know it, and suguru definitely knows. in fact, they feed off of their perversions and fantasies but have become much more modest in their early forties.

what gojo loves seeing the most, is the pictures suguru sends him throughout the day. he'll be in the middle of a lecture, laughing alone to some joke he made that his students didn't appreciate when a string of texts light up his phone.

now, satoru doesn't give a fuck. he opens them every single time, just clearing his throat and stepping to the side so he can glance at whatever his husband deemed appropriate enough to send in the middle of work.

this time, it's a string of pictures of you.

you with suguru's fingers in your mouth, kneeling at his desk as he has an at-home meeting. you didn't have classes today, and geto only had one meeting, so of course you had to be under his skin all day. if only he would leave the meeting and touch you, you wouldn't have to bruise your knees on his wooden office floor. but, you'd gag yourself on his fingers any day. you love his salty aftertaste.

from: sugu geto how am i ever supposed to get work done? come collect your horny girl

gojo gives the text thread a little sideways glance, apologizes for the interruption and slides back in his chair to text his husband back.

to: sugu geto so fucking hot. tell her to pull her shirt up so I can see the goods blue nails look so good on you my baby ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) so hot when she's drooling on them

it takes you and suguru two minutes to respond with a picture of his hand up your shirt, stretching the collar as his wrist peeks through. he’s holding you in a gentle choke, loving the way his hand swallows the entirety of your neck.

gojo knows he's being teased right now, it's why he ignores the image and stands back up, going on about chemistry science bullshit.

though he's going on and on about chemical makeups, he can't shake the image of you and geto from his mind. suguru knew what he was doing when he pressed send. thank god this lecture only had eight minutes left — gojo couldn’t confront his students with a flushed face.

to: sugu geto don’t piss me off … take it off! pleaseeeeeeee you can't see me currently, but I'm giving you the puppy eyes.

"alright." satoru tucks his phone at his side, leaning back in his black leather chair to finally do his job and address his pupils. most of them have already taken to talking amongst themselves, knowing the tendencies of their professor. "I'm done talking your head off and there's..." he checks his watch, "five minutes left. head out or stay, do you."

scattrered 'okays' and goodbye's render satoru's job finished. the first thing he does is shrug off to his cell, long fingers shaking as he slides up on the screen, ready to curse geto out for not giving him what he wanted. no -- needed.

to: sugu geto you think you're so fucking lucky right now just wait till i get my hands on you.

gojo is a fuming cloud of angst as he types feverishly into his phone. his light eyebrows are knitted together, legs crossed to try and push down his growing erection. it'd be impossible to stand and leave in the state he's in, and campus is crawling with colleagues and students right now. he'd have to get a hold of himself.

he's about to cuss his husband out further when a single attachment pops up in their message thread. the image is dark, but fucking unmistakable.

suguru has you over his lap, buried three fingers inside of you. he's got you hooked like a live catch, body bending and bowing to try and control the deafening ache. satoru could only imagine what you two were getting up to, right now, and the thought turns his hard-on into a boner.

little did satoru know, suguru has you at home screaming his name -- begging for mercy and three orgasms deep. it'll be a nice surprise to come home to if he could control himself enough to stand up and get there.

all he has to do is control himself...

read u and suguru's pov

older married!satosugu part 1, 2, 3, 4

<3

[obsesssedblerd]

Fifteen more minutes

You and Satoru Gojo did not enjoy being woken up in the mornings. If you both had it your way, you’d simply sleep until noon. 

Suguru Geto watches as you slide your hand from underneath the covers to snooze the alarm once more, shaking his head with a tiny smile. He walks over to the large bed the three of you share, and gently shakes you and Satoru. “C’mon, you two. Time to get up.” 

You and Satoru groan in protest, but your boyfriend isn’t having it. “Nope, I don’t think so. I told you two that staying up late to play video games was a bad idea because we had a meeting with Yaga early this morning, but you both ignored me. Let’s go.”

“No, please, it’s way too early,” you mumble tiredly into your pillow. 

“Sugu, I don’t wannaaaaa!” your white-haired lover whines when Suguru attempts to pull the blanket back. 

Suguru rolls his eyes. “Satoru, no whining.” 

“Nooooo!” 

You crack your eyes open to see Suguru standing above you, still dressed in his pajamas. His hair was fully down—a treat reserved only for you and Satoru; his lovers that he’d annihilate the entire world for. “Can we have fifteen more minutes? Please, baby?” You ask with a pout. 

His dark eyes soften, and he checks the time on his phone before letting out a defeated sigh. “Alright, fine, fifteen more minutes and that’s it. After that, I don’t want to hear any complaints.” 

You and Satoru team up to pull Suguru back into bed, arranging yourselves so he is in-between you two. The both of you settle into his sides, then pull the blanket back over the three of you for warmth and comfort. “God, you two are spoiled,” Suguru comments. 

“Yeah,” Satoru mumbles with his eyes closed, on the verge of falling asleep again. “You love us though.” 

Suguru scoffs, and his hand gently strokes Satoru’s white hair. Your eyes are barely open, but you see Suguru crown a light kiss to Satoru’s forehead, then he repeats that same loving gesture to you. You drift off to the feeling of his other hand rubbing soothing patterns on your arm. 

“I do,” Suguru whispers as he watches you two sleep. “So much.” 

[hinamie]

yeah sorry theyre tragic in this au too

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[ohimsummer]

✎ . . .❝ DO YOU MIND? ❞

— minors dni, suguru x gn! reader (established rs), ft. satoru, voyeurism, oral [ m. receiving ], pining?, some stsg if you squint at the end :3, barely proofread 🫣

gojo tends to show up at the most inopportune moments.

…like now, when suguru is balls-deep in your mouth.

your boyfriend watches, utterly flabbergasted, as gojo settles into the other patio chair and then blinks at him with a casual, blue-eyed stare. it’s nonchalant, careless…as if this is all normal.

you begin to pull off of suguru’s length before he stops you with a steady hand on the crown of your head. your eyes widen, lashes fluttering for a quick second before a strange sense of normality washes over you, and your body relaxes. whatever gojo is up to, you’re confident suguru will handle him with ease, as per usual. after all, this wouldn’t be the first time his best friend has walked in on you two during activities like this, though he usually doesn’t take a seat with the apparent intent on staying throughout.

suguru takes a long, thoughtful drag of his cigarette, eyes narrowing. “…do you mind?”, he asks and quirks a brow.

gojo just smiles at him. “huh? oh, no, i don’t mind.”

a couple seconds pass and suguru has to wonder if he’s actually having this conversation. “are you actually insane—“

“god, what’s the big deal?” gojo groans, interrupting the once-hushed, midnight serenity in his typical, obtrusive fashion. shifts in his seat and suguru finally notices the bulge between his spread legs. his jaw just goes slack in utter disbelief.

suguru is not distracted for long. with a flick of your tongue, you bring forth a grunt from your boyfriend’s lips, back to bobbing along his length in a craving for his creamy release down your throat. suguru can’t and wouldn’t bring himself to stop you. the situation is far past strange but, if you’re determined to continue, and gojo being a fucking weirdo doesn’t bother you, then that’s fine by him.

he sighs. “whatever.”

not even a second passes before there’s a clink of metal, and suguru watches as gojo begins pulling his own cock from his pants.

“satoru, what in the f—“

“shhh.”, gojo hisses at him, and suguru raises two astonished brows. “i’m trying to enjoy the show.“

the dark-haired man is genuinely stunned into silence. it takes a moment before he catches his bearings, tossing gojo an unamused look and leaning back to rest in his own chair. “fine, whatever, just shut up while you do it.”

suguru rolls his eyes at gojo’s victorious grin, before pulling his dying cigarette back up to his lips and billowing out another cloud of smoke. whatever. with everything going on, it’s easy for him to block out any trace of gojo, anyway, and just focus on you.

a bold smell of tobacco wafts through the air, filling suguru’s nostrils as the nicotine finishes off any remnants of stress in his body. the sloppy, wet noises of spit and pre, of you eagerly sucking him down your throat. the curious feel of your hand massaging his balls while the other twists and jerks off whatever can’t fit in your mouth. yeah, it doesn’t take a single drop of effort for suguru to forget that his best friend is jerking off to the sight of you.

someone else is properly taking the time to admire every detail of the view before him. the moonlight rays gleaming off of you and his best friend, casting a gentle glow on the lewd scene. suguru’s head tossed back with locks of black framing his face, a red blush visible across his handsome features even with the limited lighting. and you, god, you. gojo eyes the hand on the back of your head, threading through your hair. suguru has a gentle grasp for the most part, sometimes shoving you down to his base, and gojo’s cock throbs longingly at the gags you let out before being released again. so cute, so pretty, doing your best to take his friend’s fat cock all the way in, only to come up a few inches short every time. it’s obviously a struggle, and yet you still try your best, so keen to swallow every inch. so eager to please.

globs of clear precum dribble out and over gojo’s tip, making for slippery strokes as he gives his bobbing cock a squeeze. though it’s hard, difficult, excruciating—especially with suguru’s own grunts and moans calling out into the night—gojo doesn’t want to risk interrupting this moment. it feels improper and rude, akin to shouting during a performance.

as he admires you both, gojo begins to feel this abrupt sense of jealousy. whether it comes from wanting to be in your place or suguru’s, he cannot decide.

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[letsdontdie]

Gege please I'm begging you

Edit: Mini Prints of this exist now!

[da-shusha]

Dummies:D

[loverducky]

emperor!stsg x gn gladiator!reader; 0.4k words

you feel their eyes on you as you fight.

your sword clangs against your opponents', once, twice, three times before you dance backwards, narrowly avoiding a stab aimed at your stomach.

the two of you retreat from one another, circling and assessing each other in turn. he takes his paces with a slight limp, its source a thin cut across the meat of his calf. he's an older fighter, one with a few victories - and a few more losses - under his belt. he's a good entertainer, though, and so the crowd has called for mercy each time he's fallen to his knees.

mercy, granted each time by the gods that watch you now.

you, a new fighter in these games. not the newest, of course, but new enough to have skin yet unmarred with scar tissue, able to fight without phantom pains crowding your mind and making you slow. you're experienced enough in combat, though, to know your advantages.

your opponent is wounded; you are not. he fights like a soldier; you do not. however, your greatest advantage is thus:

your opponent is known, and you are not.

your name, your voice, your strategies - all have been carefully guarded. your anonymity makes you interesting, to the crowd and emperors alike, and interesting gladiators are the ones who survive.

you keep yourself low to the ground as you break the circle and charge towards him. your opponent braces, his eyes on your sword, his blade raised in defense.

with a sharp inhale, you part your lips - the sound that leaves them is not one that could ever be considered human. it’s the guttural scream of a wounded animal, and the soldier in front of you flinches but for a moment.

it’s all you need. the distance closed, your sword flashes through the air. the heavy thud of metal on dirt is followed by slow, soft drops of fresh crimson; you kick your opponents’ sword away as he clutches at his hand. the collective around you holds their breath, and it's only now that you dare to meet their gazes.

emperor gojo’s eyes are bright, blue as the endless sky above you and wide with excitement that you’d almost call boyish.

emperor getou’s eyes, on the other hand, smolder like volcanic ash, dark and narrow and curious.

his fist outstretches. the crowd roars. and you’re walking towards the barracks before the body hits the floor.

[bedriddenandcrying]

more girls

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

AGH FASHION DESIGNER SUGURU AND MODEL SATORU W A NEW INTERN DESIGNER UNDER THEIR WING 😞😞☹️ - 🌺

WAHHHH I LOVE THIS 🥺🥺🥺 the pining and flirting and slowburn of it all… model!satoru and his favorite designer suguru geto, both of them undeniably skilled and born with an eye for fashion….. well-known and adored……..

designer!suguru who gets tasked with showing you the ropes, who’s always so patient and kind despite your inexperience. diligent with his teaching but also so laidback, so easy to talk to… he looks intimidating, but he’s so polite that you can’t help but swoon a little. and he admires your enthusiasm so much…… grows fond of you soooo quickly bc you’re just such a breath of fresh air compared to the divas he’s forced to work with all the time. he thinks you’ve got real potential and he wants to nurture it.

and ofc you end up running into model!satoru eventually…. bc he’s always hanging around suguru whenever he gets the chance. and he’s maybe a little jealous that you’re hogging so much of his personal designer’s attention, but… he also thinks you’re so cute . T_T like a little puppy following suguru around… so excited to be apart of what you’ve dreamed of for so many years……… he looks into your eyes and sees the same sparkle he had before he made it big, and it makes his heart race.

yeah . i’m just thinking abt the peaceful coffee breaks with suguru….. how he’d insist on paying for your drink, ”since he’s your senior” (he wants to be your favorite </3)…… and how he’d just be so protective over his little intern. don’t get me started on the close proximity with satoru when you’re taking his measurements, the glance and smile he sends your way during an impromptu shoot… the way he always calls for you with a sweet coo of ”how’s my favorite intern doing today?”

😔😔😔 yeahhhhhh. they make me feel ill.

[intofruits]

i knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs

[eraserbread]

who else is up thinkin about older married!satosugu? because i am. part 2 part 3 part 4

older married!satosugu have been together for yearssss, heading toward 15 with half of those in marriage.

when suguru and satoru signed their wedding papers all those years ago, they were totally fine with the thought of never sleeping with a woman again. after all, they get everything they need from each other -- including an active and very satisfying sex life.

living abroad, it's easier to exist as a same-sex couple. especially financially. it's one of the reasons they married as a real estate broker and university professor.

only one issue: satoru lectures at your university, but its not where he meets you. it's at a bar that his husband helped sell, that they also own half of -- hear me outttt

the second you offically become theirs, it's like your shoulders became weightless. you stopped paying for rent, could work enough just to pay down your car note, and had endless tutoring access thanks to your boyfriend, satoru . suguru works from home most of the time, which makes it a little too accessible to be around them. they owned a beautiful home in the city, a five minute walk from campus. suguru's kitchen is magnificent and always stocked. they just can't keep you away.

the best part is, undoubtedly, the sex. i mean -- they know how to be and talk to each other so well, but their sacred, mutual mission was always you in the bedroom.

sometimes suguru would hold you back as satoru fucks you so deep and passionately. he'd kiss over your ear and speak in a tone so sweet you'd dream about it, but is talking to satoru the entire time.

"-fuck, you see the way she's swallowing you up?" suguru's voice trembles out of his throat, fanning gojo like oxygen on flames.

"'s molded exactly to our shapes, baby." satoru hisses, lean muscles in his stomach working as he drags every single inch out of you. it leaves you open and empty, pulling a broken moan from your throat.

satoru looks you directly in the eyes, sliding the side of his hand through your sensitive, puffy folds. in the excessive moisture, you can hear it, and it drives him crazy.

"clenchin' every time we talk." he chuckles so cruelly. "whining to us from both lips, how fucking needy."

[sugurumybelovedd]

look at these two goobers and tell me they aren't soulmates, you can't.