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satosugu when you get your period ->
a/n: on my period and want my men spoiling <3 mentions of fluff, period sex etc!!
-> precisely tweaking. they donât even pretend that itâs a normal/casual thing which comes every month. suguru hates the way your mood turns into a low graph đ and he takes is sooooo personally :( heâs like, âangel- is there anything youâd like? maybe some waffles? maybe something else? what can i do to help make it better?â tweaking like a mother hen.
-> satoru gets you plushie heating bags because of course they are đŻ times cuter and his babygirl shouldnât have anything except cute things. heâs definitely going to get you a kuromi, panda plushie, or something along those lines so you look cutesy in your little blanket with a plushie bag on your pelvis.
-> you love chocolates & suguru knows you do. there are sometimes entire goodies in your refrigerator because his little moonshine angel goddess SHOULD have chocolates duh??? you could find high end brands because he really thinks there must be something taste related otherwise why would they be so expensive? imported chocolates ftw đ
-> âyou know princess, orgasms help~â satoru chirps shamelessly, he donât care: đ€·đ»ââïž and itâs like extra lube for him anyways. đ youâd find him fucking the cramping out of your uterus over and over. he loves to see you whimper in pleasure not pain âŒïž like a good boyfriend should. suguru is nasty too, but it is also :3 on another level. he wants to have a go after satoruâs done with you so you just feel his girthier member stretch you out, mouth agape and sobbing in pleasure perhaps. ;)
-> god forbid if you actually stain your exclusive favorite undies then they would take you to shop asap. they know that mild feeling of regret IS NOT NEEDED in the satosugu household. be prepared for replacement immediately. <33
-> suguru hates it when things make you cry during this phase, so youâd find him exta clingy and touchy. eager to comfort, eager to provide you hugs and cuddles. the warmth of his hand kneading your pelvis and humming softly. he loves to see how his presence alone comforts you to a great degree & you end up napping over his chest.
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âwould you love me if i wasnât born?â
gojo: *silently stares at you contemplating checking you in a mental hospital*
geto: i would travel through time and space to find a universe where you existed even if that means causing a massive butterfly effect that leads to end of the world cause i would die happily as long as im holding your hand
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Hiii no pressure but whenever you do another satosugu texts could you do one where the reader is jealous of someone flirting with the boys while at the mall?
â minors dni, poly! stsg, jealous! reader, crack, cw satoru, fuck it cw suguru too
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This Halloween | Yandere SatoSugu
âHi, gorgeous! Surprised to see me here?â
âDonât cry, (Y/n). We were never going to kill you.â
The reveal that the small townâs biggest menace was your friends Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto. To think that the golden boys of Jujutsu High who were dating two of the victims were hanging off one another in their bloodied costumes. Smiles wider than theyâd ever been with their supposed partners, the reality sinking made the bile rise in your throat.Â
Thinking about your meditation you close your eyes. The smell of partygoers rotting all over the small beach house fills your nose. The sound of the back screen door bumping against the frame as the beach breeze goes in and out with the tide surging outside. The taste of pennies filled your mouth as you gnawed at the inside of your cheek. The twitch of your fingers awkwardly hovered in front of your chest as they flexed in and out. On top of your breathing didnât calm you as much as it usually did.
â(Y/n) did you hear what I said?â
The voice of Suguru somehow made it past the warbled sound of absolute confusion that clouded your brain. The leather glove lightly held your left hand as he slowly came closer to youâre shivering state. Those brown eyes looking so deeply into your own, it felt wrong to look away.Â
âAll you have to do is say we left early.â
You opened your mouth to ask but the growing sound of sirens stopped you. Gojo was the first to let out a curse, giggling about running away. He shook his raven-haired partner who hushed him with an amused smile, turning back to you.Â
âYou can do that for me canât you Dove?â
The duo left out the back. That screen door screeched as they ran through it; returning to bang against the frame angrily. Its aggressive banging triggered an all-new set of shivers to wrack your body, causing you to fall to the floor. Closing your eyes you try to level yourself again but the sound of your own heartbeat is deafening and the eyes of your best friend pleading with you.
It will haunt you forever.
The sight of Detective Choso brought an uncomfortable pit into your stomach. The man youâd met years ago in another cityâyour city, with his hair down and his eyes had bags like a masked vigilante.Â
âHeâs out.â
The news didnât scare you. Not as it should have. Many may find it strange to know you dreamt about serial killers on death row. But it warned you. Prepared you for the day youâd need to run as far as possible from anything you knew. On the anniversary of that day no less.
âWhatâs the plan?â
The detective pursed his lip and his eyes wandered. His feet, running the flat of his oxfords on the carpet of the entrance to your apartment. The silent scratch of the wool under his shoe irritated you almost as much as his request.
âWe wanted to lure him out. Will youââ
He didnât need to finish before the door was slammed in his face, pushing him back into the apartment hallway. Choso groaned to himself, the situation's futility ebbing at his already short patience. He calmly knocked on the door again.
A muffled, âGo away!â
He sighed, lightly banging his head on the rusted number of the apartment. With his ear so close to the door he could hear the receding footsteps and the mumbled curses directed at him. He looked down the hall making eye contact with the local departmentâs plant taking out the trash. He didnât feel completely terrible leaving when there was a guard there, making a note to try again in 24 hours.Â
âIâll be back.â
It was meant to be assuring but Choso worried it came off threatening as heard a defiant thump on the opposite side of the door. Resisting the urge to sigh again Choso turned tail, making his way to the elevator. Pulling out his phone he scrolled through his contacts, landing on the name: Idiot surrounded by blue hearts.Â
Holding the phone at his waist he timed the ringing until he heard said idiot singing out a âhello.â Only then did he bring the phone to his ear and respond.Â
âThe eggs secured and itâs staying in the next. Howâs the snake?â
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Gojo Satoru finished his lecture with a grand gesture as though he had finished giving a presentation. When in fact, heâd pressed play on the schoolâs TV the second his students got in their seats. Maybe in the back of his mind, heâd thought to make himself look better for the detective standing just outside the classroom. Even though they both knew it didnât matter.
âI appreciate you waiting until the kids were outta the classroom. Wouldnât want to explain to the parents why the police were in their school.â
The white-haired teacher spoke so cheerfully, that his familiarity with the detective might have seemed positive. The detective wasted no time calling their partners in; the stout one stood at the door while the taller one pulled at the blinds of the classroom. With the classroom darkened and the school slowly emptying the head detective decided to speak. Making a dramatic move of pulling a voice recorder out of his pocket he held it up as he asked his question.
âWhere were you the night of October 7th?â
Gojo sat on his desk, kicking his feet as he mockingly thought hard. He pretended to put his fingers to his temple as though that would provide answers. The detective associates sneered at the childish display.Â
âHm on the night of October let me seeââ
The man trailed off as he reached over his desk, pulling a calendar out of a drawer. Flipping through it he animatedly pointed his index at the circled date on the calendar.Â
Smiling up at the detective Gojo exclaimed, âThe anniversary of those horrible murders? Well, I was grieving over the victims by grading my kiddies homework.â
The detective snatched the calendar from him, letting his eyes glaze over the marked paper. Confirming the statement, he tossed the calendar back to him.Â
âCan anyone confirm this statement?â
Gojo let out a playful whine in annoyance as he dramatically flung back on his desk. The detective and their bodyguards all flinched at the large movement, hands hovering over the fire-arms tucked under their coats and at their belts..Â
âItâs always evidence with you guys, geez. I have it on the calendar, I never left my house you can ask my neighbors about that.â
âYour neighbors all live three kilometers away from you, Thatâs not an option.â
âSo critical. If I personally broke out some poor inmate on death row do you really think I would have let you just walk into my space like this?â
The question had the detective hovering over their weapon again. Gauging the posture of the white-haired man who was only smirking in their direction with an unsetting nonchalance. The pause that ensued allowed the detectives to reluctantly let their hands drift from their weapons as the sound of multiple chattering students hurriedly approached the empty classroom. The door previously closed swung open to reveal Gojoâs most loyal studentâa pink-haired teen leading the charge.
âTeacher! Did you see my post?â
With that smug persisting smirk on his face, Gojo turns his head feigning surprise.Â
âUnfortunately no. I was too busy talking with these old friends of mine. Whatâs up?â
âDude! The police are totally raiding your place!â
The teen turned his phone around to reveal a short video of police and armored vehicles surrounding the luxurious Gojo estate. Plenty of onlookers also recorded the unnatural phenomenon for the typically small town. Granted the amount of paparazzi that constantly come in and out of the town to film anything they can on the Gojo head wasnât all that rare, but the authorities looking so closely was. And like everything in this town, it was all anyone would talk about for months.Â
âWell, Detective Mahito am I under arrest?â
The long-haired detective sent a look to his partners and the curious teens absorbing the situation. Coming to a decision he openly hovered his hand over his weapon.Â
âYou are not under arrest but for your safety, you need to come with us.â
Of course, there was a video preceding this of the beloved teacher being escorted into an unmarked vehicle and the students behind the camera being shooed away as it drove off. With all the interested eyes on this case, it almost felt impossible that anything would slip under the radar of millions of curious eyes.
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(Y/n) remembered the way the couple went public with one another. After the tragedy that ensued at the annual Hallowâs Eve party, it was of minor shock that the two golden boys of the high school found solace in one another. Everyone chalked it up to the bonding of trauma after both lost their girlfriends.
âI just found that no one could relate like he can.âÂ
You heard the reasoning in passing, always around the surrounding crowds curious about the latest scoop on the survivors of the Hallowâs Eve tragedy. No doubt some of them will have turned around to tell the outlets interested in the story as well while others would theorize about the identity of the masked killer.
âMaybe it was them!â
âYeah, what a defense! âI donât talk anymore after what Iâve seen!â As if!â
The nauseating feeling would eventually go away but the pressure was suffocating then. Haunting your mind with their echoed speculations and the image of your dead friends. Whatâs worse was the killers so happily parading their sorrowed expressions along the halls. Accepting the gift baskets and surface-level condolences without an ounce of suspicion. The feeling of your hair raising along your skin when one of them mocked their sympathy towards you.
âDonât be so hard on them, theyâve seen things no one should have to see.â
The constant threat of tears was a reoccurring pain, as you replayed the events of that party. It was never to be soothed by the couple whoâd spend their free time pestering you. Often leaving quickly thereafter to repeat their sick game.Â
âJust keep quiet, Dove. We were here the whole time after all.â
âYup, and to prove it weâll take a picture. Donât tell anyone okay?â
You couldnât bare listening to them any longer.Â
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Conveniently the press that did have your new contact information werenât as insistent as before. Quietly asking for a comment on the criminal notoriously associated with Hallowâs Eve murders. After all the rumored victim of the killer was recently detained, surely as the witness that convicted the killer to death row youâd have something to say. You kept quiet. Deleting emails and hanging up phone calls from unidentified numbers, solely focused on getting to your plane on time.Â
âIâm so sorry but all commercial planes have been grounded for the foreseeable future.â
Like glass breaking at the perfectly angled rock, you started to crack.Â
âWhat. Do. You. Mean?â
This poor employee didnât deserve your wrath but she also wasnât betting on this plane to save her life. Sheâd nervously stutter and stumble over her words as she denied every out or once of compensation to make this any better.Â
âThere may be some private planes but those are in incredibly high demandââ
âIâll go! I donât care how much just tell me where!â
She seemed reluctant to say but she still told you. Maybe it was because she felt bad, seeing someone so desperate to get away or maybe it was because you were inches from her face. Either way, you were on the tarmac within the hour, along with a few others desperate enough to pay privately. Only to be crestfallen when you arrived at the staircase to enter the plane; letting the other exasperated passengers pass by your still form.Â
âMay I help you with your bags?â
An attendant, with a shining smile and neatly pressed uniform with the planeâs company proudly pressed right above his heart. Greeting you with nothing but an offer to help; you cursed the involuntary reaction to vomit.
âAre allâŠthe private planes availableâŠfrom this private airline?â
You tried to keep the tremor in your voice to a minimum as you nervously wrung your hands around the handles of your bag.Â
The attendantânone the wiserâsmiled and gestured to the other planes lining up the tarmac with rows of people.
âYes, they are. Gojo Airlines is offering a discount during these trying timesââ
He kept talking but you werenât listening. Turning around to leave, ignoring the airport security and the attendants who were preparing to let you onto the plane. It meant nothing to you for the beating of your heart and your panicked breathing is all you can hear. When you finally waved down a taxi, you quickly dialed a familiar number.
âHe knows.â
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Detective Jogo looked nervously at the contact of his partner miles away. Since the week that their missing subject committed the grand massacre, he was infamous for. Because of the nature of the parties involved, he was strictly instructed to not call unless absolutely necessary considering they suspected their phones were compromised.Â
âYou eat yet?â
The question came with a warm bagel and a cup of coffee. Held over his seated form by the burly officer Hanami; coming from the breakroom on the other side of the station. For the first two weeks, it was just following the heir around. But with the inmate scheduled for death row at large and another anniversary coming up, it was decided theyâd move the heir into one of their holding cells. Of course, it was lavished with furniture and decorations all chosen by the illustrious Gojo Satoru. He did whine when they demanded to inspect and bug his phone and laptop but the station was taking no chances when it came to this specific case.Â
The rumors were enough too.
âHave you checked on him within the last few hours?â
Hanami tilted her head looking at the one-way glass of the blue-eyed witness pacing casually in the fortified room. From the glimpses that Jogo got from his chair across the room, their witness was unusually chipper. The days they spent guarding him throughout the day were incredibly boring; temporarily leaving his job as a teacher to gallivant around a hotel of his choosing didnât make it better. Throughout those weeks Gojo had subjected the team to an aggravating amount of chatterânone of it helpful or even worth repeating. Detective Mahito was plenty great at keeping up but Jogo and Hanami opted for alternating earplugs. Even with the earplugs in he could pick out the strong hints of annoyance bubbling underneath his wide smile and piercing gaze.Â
The change unnerved him. Especially with the rumors circulating around this specific witness.Â
âDidnât want to besides Iâm watching from the camera.â
Blunt and unforgiving Jogo wouldnât expect anything more from the officer. It didnât put him at ease.Â
âWhereâs Mahito? Still investigating that place?â
If it was possible Hanamiâs apathetic expression tightened, her brows knitting at the thought.Â
âYes. Last he called all the evidence had been scrubbed and all we can hope now is that they forgot something we could use.â
Jogo sucked his teeth in shared annoyance. The rumor he was dreading was more like an undisclosed fact. The true masterminds behind the Halloween Massacre were both Gojo Satoru and the death row inmate Suguru Geto. The files say the Gojo family lawyer fought hard for the heir; effectively blaming it all on Suguru Geto. With prints, hair, witness testimony, and photographic evidence all on the heir they were able to plead for coercion by malicious manipulation. Getting their heir off and painting his partner in crime to be a greater threat than he. The whole fiasco of the jewel of the Gojo clan being involved made the whole case a living nightmare, that their superior Choso Kamo rose to fame with. By finally encouraging the only witness with viable evidence to testify Suguru Geto was sentenced to death row. And through expert lawyers mysteriously hired, he remained waiting for years.Â
Choso, before he left to guard the witness, believed it wasnât just an escape attempt but a chance for the killers to tie everything up. Destroy the evidence, stop the search for the death row inmate, exact revenge on all who participated in the case, and reunite with their loved ones by the end of Halloween.Â
Of course, it was their best detective leaving to protect the witness who was in the most danger. Leaving his underlingsâMahito and Jogo to keep them on the pulse of the case and their eyes on the man believed to get off scot-free.Â
If it werenât for him knowing Choso cared so much for this specific witness; he would have thought he was leaving them the rough side of this mission. He knew the hardened detective could be a compassionate manâa hard thing to retain in this line of work.Â
Jogo huffed taking a sip of his coffee,â I hope heâs having a better time than we.â
Hanami made a grunt of agreement before returning to the hall to stare at the monitors she had been for the past couple of days. He would have offered to switch if he didnât think he thought this pit in his stomach could be resolved.Â
The 40-year-old detective stood from his seat. Careful to nurse the leg heâd fractured from two cases ago. He took his uneaten bagel, noting it retained some of its heat. He headed to the holding cell. Sending a look to the guard at his station, a buzzer rang and the door unlocked. With the final swipe of his keycard, he let himself into the semi-messy room. The culprit was sitting on his bed, a smile still on his smug little face.
âHungry?â
Those cerulean eyes werenât on him the second he came in, instead looking at the clock left graciously in the upper corner of the room. Nor did they flicker when Jogo asked his question. The disrespect made the Detectiveâs eyebrows twitch as he kept his hand holding the bagel.Â
âIâm not going to eat your leftovers, old man.âÂ
âNot good enough for you!? Not up to your snobby standards,â was what Jogo wanted to say but he didnât need to get kicked off this case for suspected bias. It didnât help that the man still wasnât looking at him, laughing to himself as though Jogo told the funniest joke.Â
âHave you eaten anything today?âÂ
Jogo was trying. He really was.
âNope, but Iâll eat later today.â
Jogo loosened up,â Have any idea what you want?â
The Gojo heirâs smile didnât compare to the smirk he had on before. His smile practically reached his ears and those haunting eyes staring right through Jogo, âAll of your livers.âÂ
âWhat?!â
The suspect wasnât speaking anymore and Jogoâs phone was ringing.Â
Jogo had a decision to make. Answer the call or make sure he just heard what he did.Â
âYou should answer that. He might never call again.â
Despite his better judgment, Jogo pulls out his phone, seeing the name of his fellow detective and the goofy photo they took on his phone. Another look at the white-haired man and he answered the call. Immediately his ears were assaulted with the sounds of wood crackling; the unnatural sound made his mind piece together what was happening.
âI-itâs a trap!â the tearful voice of Mahito rings the loudest. Jogo almost doesnât want to speak as if that would make what he heard go away. âG-get outââ
The sound of something large falling and the frantic screaming from either the detective or some other poor soul being abruptly cut off. Punctuated by the phone call ending.Â
Jogo couldnât take it anymore throwing his phone aside to reel his fist back to punch the chuckling man in the face. Prepared to fight against the guards that would be arriving any second he aimed with urgency. He was certain heâd have time to get in one. One good hit to the face of the man responsible for the chance that his partner might be dead.Â
âDid you really think Iâd just let that happen? Thatâs cute.â
Jogoâs fist was easily captured by Gojoâs hand, a careless gesture strong enough to keep the shaking fist static and far from its intended target. Unnerved by that restraint the detective launched his other fist only for it to receive the same treatment. Pushing with all his might Jogoâin the split seconds of any fightâfound himself at an impasse. Figuring if both his fists were being thwarted heâd go to the next best thingâhis legs. Cursing the ache heâd have later he aimed to kick the heir in the gut.Â
âBut not that cute.â
The quip was a warning barely processed as Gojo caught the man off-guard, releasing his fists to latch onto the outstretched leg. Gripping the ankle of the old man swung the body of the detective into the one-way glass. It crackled under his weight bursting with shards of glass as the stout man rolled past the curious guardâs post.Â
Jogo didnât feel like he could get up but he did watching the blue-eyed man let himself out of the holding cell, a stolen I.D. being twirled in his hands. He didnât need the guard to let him out, outright kicking the metal door until it flew off its hinges. Of course, the guards in the room moved with a taser and baton in hand.Â
âYou guys are so dramatic! How about you go out begging then maybe I wonât make you suffer.â
The guards didnât bother responding to the one with the baton going first. Swinging from above any normal man could barely manage to dodge but Gojo was by no means normal. He easily sidestepped the baton using the downward stroke of the officer to grab at his neck. At speeds, Jogo couldnât comprehend the officerâs head was facing the opposite direction. Even worse they werenât dead their eyes darting around as they tried to screamâmaking a gargled plea instead. The one with the taser barely had time to fire, missing the dodging assailant who easily grabbed the coils beaming with electricity to pull the gun from the guard's shaking hands. Defeated with a hand slicing toward their exposed neck also making the man gurgle as he fell to the floor.
âNow what was it we were talking about?âÂ
The question was directed to Jogo and the pain paralyzed him to the floor. Helplessly watching as Gojo slowly walked closer. The old manâs eyes darted nervously around searching for anything to use. His thoughts raged with an all-manner of possibilities running through his mind there was one tool bound to stop the incredibly durable heir. His gun. Jogo took great care to not let this realization be made. Planning to only reveal this when he needed which would be soon, judging by the way Gojo was cracking his knuckles.Â
âAbout how this was all planned by you?â
Jogo was stalling but it didnât seem Gojo was listening. The heir tapped his foot impatiently against the floor as he looked annoyed at the aching detective.Â
âAre you done because otherwise, Iâm just going to endââ
In a large flash of blue, the heir stood back just barely dodging the hurling form of Hanami. Using her natural height against him she aimed a violent punch into the ground, cracking the concrete the heir was standing over just a moment before sidestepping. Jogo felt his heart lift, who greater to fight alongside than Hanamiâthe human tank with punches as strong as steel. Surely now they had a chance.
Jogo pulled out his gun aiming at the dodging heir. Waiting for just the right moment to pull the trigger and finally end the menace that got to run free.Â
âThis really was fun but Iâm tired of this place.â The declaration sounded petulant like a child,â and Iâm tired of you.â
Almost in annunciation a pale hand shot through the chest of Officer Hanamiâthe human tank stopping her assault to look down at the hand pulling out of her. Before Gojoâs bloodied hand could leave a spray of her blood dousing her face and eyes. Fear-filled eyes watched his partner struggle as a waterfall of viscous carnage poured out of her baffled mouth.Â
Through the tears growing in his eyes, Jogo fired his gun.Â
Over a year spent in the police academy and being a rookie in the small town. To a supervisor to a junior detective who humbled himself to learn the young genius detective. More than certain his aim was true, he collapsed into himself. The weight of both his partners, his friends dead when just hours ago they were as lively as ever.Â
Thankful that the beast responsible was gone.
âGlad you came I was just about ready to clean up myself.â
The monster he thought heâd defeated was standing above him casually calling out to another down the hall. Whoever this was holding a disembodied arm and was casually walking in the halls surrounded by bloody remains of the investigative team.Â
As frightening as it was to revel in the new threat having gotten past security and was brutal enough to be carrying the limbs of his coworkers. But it didnât take away from the horror of realizing his gun never did go off. Instead, his gun was squished with the bloodied hands of Gojo Satrou, who sent one last disgusted look in his direction before dropping the disfigured gun in his lap.Â
âI told you, I had it under control.â
âWhatever you say âkuna.â
âDonât call me that. Now go on get to your âdate.ââ
If Gojo had taken the talons he called fingers and torn out Jogoâs heart it would have been better than recognizing the pink-haired, tattooed man, covered in blood. To think heâd have the privilege to die near the detective-turned-mercenary Ryomen Sukuna. Face ashen and succumbing to his fate, he wistfully watches the white-haired man skip over the carnage of the force. Without so much of a glance, the Gojo Satoru had taken everything from him in a matter of minutes.Â
The only thing he did have left was doomed to be gone soon.
âYou ready to fight to your death?â
An idol asking a question worthy of someone who wasnât likely paralyzed by merely being thrown through a window and failing to shoot the man responsible for the destruction of an effort to maintain justice no matter who the suspect is. There was only one thing he could say as Sukuna awaited his answer.Â
âYes. More than ready.â
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Today was the day youâd broken your silence all those years ago. Once again traveling with the detective to the far reaches of a rural town far away within the safe confines of a car. It didnât soothe you in the slightest. From the airport incident, the unnerving shiftiness within your stomach hadnât settled not like it did when Suguru was finally shipped off to prison and not like when Gojo was sent to a foreign exchange school. It wasnât over.
âHow are you doing?â
The question was worthless but you hadnât said anything since Choso dignified the plan. A lot was unspoken between you but talking was still necessary.
âLike throwing up. Howâs your brother?â
The immediate question was not just a deflection, it was the easiest way to distract the detective. Choso was a proud older brother who at any topic that reminded him of his little brother ensued in long rambles about said brother. Itâs a perfect soundtrack to drown your thoughts and avoid playing therapist with the detective youâre effectively running away with.
âSince you askedââ
Seeing the tired straight-faced detective finally begin to smile as he proceeded to rant. Itâs a nice change to the gloom you both permeate. You figured youâd help stave it off for a while with some light chatter.Â
â---and his little friends all look up to him like the natural-born leader he is!â
âHeâs in high school now right?â
âHe is. Heâs actuallyâŠ.â Choso trails off as his smile falls,â heâs actually going to Jujutsu High.â
The name of the familiar school renews the tense atmosphere and with terrifying speed, the synapses of your brain begin to fire off. Suddenly you can guess why Choso insisted the plant stay behind or how he refused the undercover police escort. Or why instead of awkwardly attempting to cheer you up he keeps his tired eyes on the road ahead.Â
âSo the safe house was a lie.â
Choso visibly grimaced, âNot entirely. I wouldnât give you to them if I wasnât sure youâd be safe.â
âThem!?â
He dared to look at you out of the corner of his eye.Â
âI know what theyâre after and theyâre not going to hurt you.â
You rolled your eyes, âYou trusted the serial killers who promised they werenât going to hurt me?! Gee, what a smart detective you are, letâs blindly trust the guys who have a death wish for me!â
Choso had the nerve to look offended at that. You didnât bother holding back your glare, anxious to hear the reasoning behind this betrayal. His hands tightening against the wheel told you there was some turmoilâas if that would resolve the bubbling fury that had you debating about taking the wheel and driving you both off the road.
âMy partners went back to the place, searching for evidence.â He spared a look towards you as if confirming youâd shrink in on yourself at the mention of that Halloween Night. âIt was rigged to explode after they found some evidence. My other partners that were meant to guard himâŠ.â
His tired eyes were blinking in a futile effort to hold back tears. Thankfully he had the decent to pull over before clasping his hands over his tired face. With only the light sniveling filling the car, you were forced to remember that night. The fire. The blood. It was all too much. You reached for the handle of the door, pulling at it to get into the open fields Choso pulled in. Only to find the door would not give.
â(Y/n), their funerals will be closed caskets and the cause of death will be chalked to some accident that explains the state of the bodies.â
He was trying to look at you, to get you to look at him. The droplets clouding your vision and the frantic breathing you were trying to regulate werenât helping. Recognizing your struggling he grasped your hands, holding them the way he did when you first fought to retell the tale that imprisoned one of the most infamous killers to exist. Rubbing his rough thumbs over your knuckles in comforting circles encouraging you to slowly inhale and exhale.
âThey did that to the ones they wanted dead for years. They told me, the last thing they wanted to do was harm a hair on your head.â
The tears were running as Choso pulled you into a hug, listening to you blubber about it being a lie.
âI think if they wanted you dead they would have done so by now.â
His assessment was crude but the truth. Deep down underneath the fear and noxious feeling of encountering those two again, there was still disbelief. A part of you that always denied that the friends youâd seen reveal themselves to you would ever think about reducing you to one of their many victims. Perhaps for your sanity, youâll have to trust in the friends you know. The friends that confided in such a secret all that time ago.
âSo your brotherâŠanyone else?â
He knew what you meant and as he lit a cigarette; he answered with a puff.Â
âThe whole town. Practically wiped out the entire workforce with the stunt they pulled.â
He inhaled with a wince, taking in another painful huff. He hated smoking.
âIf they did do anything the whole town would be completely at their mercyâŠâ
Reaching into his coat pocket, you pulled out a cigarette for yourself swiping his lighter to enjoy your cancer stick. Both of you fill the inside of the car with your despair, smoking your anxieties into something smaller. Hopefully weaker.Â
âWell if itâs for your brother and the whole town then I guess itâs a worthy sacrifice.â
Both of you joylessly laughed, taking long pained drags of the sticksâall the while licking at the tears that escaped your blinking eyes. A couple more puffs of smoke were had before Choso pulled back onto the road.
For whatever reason things were lighter as if that would take away to the possibly dangerous future youâd be subjected to.
âWhen you can, you should take Itadori to see the city. Thatâll really change his life.â
âAny places you recommend?â
âDo you want a list?â
It was nice to fill the space with something positiveâa rare activity you two partook in after the court case. It was nice to do it one last time.Â
The drive wasnât much longer, eventually pulling up to a small neatly painted house with no car in sight, if it werenât for Chosoâs intel youâd have been none the wiser.Â
As he put the car in park, he looked at you. As sincerely as heâs always done despite visible tiredness in his face. His arm wrapped around yours with a hesitant hand.Â
âIf you really donât want to do this you donât have to. You can punch me and we can say you ran off into those cornfields we passed by earlier.â
Mustering a smile as you leaned your head against his chest, âIâll be fine Choso. Say âhiâ to Yuji for me.â
He helped you get your bags, knocking in a specific tune on the door. The door opened and an old woman revealed herself, welcoming you with a warm smile inviting you both inside. You looked to Choso in confusion as you followed closely behind leading you to a parlour filled with hideously dated and flowery decor. She insisted you sit, promising to fix some lemonade for you both.Â
âOh, young man can I have your help with this? Iâd get it myself if it werenât so high.â
Choso hurriedly followed after her, sending a look for you to sit and relax.Â
This felt weird throwing off your expectations for your meeting with the murderous duo. Managing the burden of a fate to come you allowed your hands and eyes to wander. Letting your eyes glaze over with thoughts of how old the intricate wooden end stand is. Playing with the frayed edges of the quilt decoratively draped over the couch. It kept you distracted long enough, finally breaking out when you saw the long and pale hands coming to wrap around your chest. In a perfect world, it would have been Choso being oddly affectionate but these fingers were longer than his, sculpted to the very knuckle to become a living weapon. Accompanied by an inhale against the top of your head the owner of these hands pulled you further against the back of the couch; further pulling you into the warm soft and sturdy chest of a man youâd feared. A curtain of silky black hair much longer than you remembered dropped just past your shoulders, daring you to look up at its owner who refused you the luxury of space as the shadow-colored eyes stared deeply into yours.
âHello, Dove. You look radiant as ever.â
Velvety as the day he testified and was sentenced was Suguru Geto. Older but just as handsome as the day you met; exuding the air of gentleness that made anyone feel at ease. That is until he didnât need to. Those hands long and spindly trailed from your chest and on to your neck tracing your collarbone through your clothes. Finally resting on the middle of your neck, index fingers toying with the organ underneath your skin.
âHum for me Dove.â
It was just like old times, unwilling to speak and yet plagued by the demand into those dark eyes to give something. So you hummed broken and uneven, in your ears it was hardly the symphony he claimed it was. But it didnât really matter what you thought now.
âThatâs my Dove.â
He annunciated proudly moving his hands to hold your face up, keeping you in place as he softly explored your mouth. Nibbles were soft but urgent as though there was a timer for this reacquaintance unlocking the memories of this exact kiss.Â
Under the stairwell after a big game, the first after the reveal. Satoru was insistent you come, unable to goad a word out of you, he had you hum. A promise to come to their game and cheer them on. As per usual they won, despite suffering from so many late players the team relied on their surviving all-star players. Unsurprisingly Satoru was majorly credited with their win, allowing Suguru to pick you out from the cheering crowd leading you under the stairwell.
âArenât you proud of me, Dove? Show me how proud of me you are.â
The kiss was just like this, still soft but needy. Hands methodically wandering to allow for an opening; some easier access to melt his body into yours in the minutes he had before the others came. It was just like this.
âAw gorgeous, you missed us?â
Playful as always and hands eagerly running under the hem of your shirt to rub thumbs along the soft expanse of your skin. Pecks in between the hands creeping higher all the while Sugure tightens his grip on your jaw a warning not to forget him. Not ever again.
When Suguru does pull away itâs to suck at your neck, holding you by your shoulders as youâre hands wiggle with uncertainty. Even subconsciously you hesitate to have your hands reciprocate while the two assaulted you with kisses that were getting rougher by the minute. Satoru ignored Suguru when he climbed up higher to meet your lips; and worked to intertwine his fingers with yours. With another attempt, he roughly pulled at Suguruâs lips with his teeth demanding they share a deep kiss of their own before returning to you.
âOh Gorgeous weâve been waiting to do this since forever.â
Two more final pecks from each of them, allowed you to breathe leaving you limp and pliable for the especially touchy Gojo Satoru who slotted you into his lap as he settled onto the older couch. Suguru sat closely his arm reaching over the top of the couch to let his hand rub at your neck once again.Â
âMissed you at the airport.â
The pit in your stomach returned at the loaded judgment and came with a pinch into your side. Under Suguruâs scrutinizing gaze and the feeling of Satoruâs eyes from behind you, had you hoping to defend yourself.
âI thought you were going to kill me.â
You said it with attempted laughter, begging for the laughter of the killers youâve feared for yearsâall to confirm that still wasnât the plan.Â
Suguru in his forever-contained demeanor sent you a smile with half-lidded eyes. The most unclear answer to the anxiety that hadnât rested even with the butterflies of kissing these two again. The vibration of a laugh from behind wasnât an answer either and neither were the muscular arms circling you.Â
Suguru released your neck, and brought his hand to hold up his head,â So you and the detective. Did you get together, after I left?â
The growl behind his smile reminded you of why it took so much courage to speak out. Something you bore witness to since the couple decided to reveal themselves to you. Not only for the fear of ending up like their victims but for the entirely personal punishment only Suguru in all his infinite fury could conjure.
âNo! Iâve been single this whole time.â
That got you a squeal from Satoru who lightly squeezed you tightly into him giving light pecks to your neck. Not stopping anytime soon you turned your attention back to Suguru, who still didnât look pleased.
âHm, Iâm not convinced.â
The nonchalant claim made you feel like crying again. You remember this conversation when it came to an old friend. Even when you pleaded, silently albeit heâd scoff and smile at you while he remained âunconvincedâ. Kissing your forehead before leaving to claim another victim for the masked killer.Â
âHe brought you to me âŠhe-he convinced me to talk.â
That wasnât true. It was you. Through a month of self-care and therapy, you were able to muster the ability to speak again. Choso was great support but it was you who did it. You who gained the courage to move away and restart your life away from the memories of your serial killer boyfriends. Speaking of, you whimper at the sting of pain along your neck. Â
Straining your gaze to look at the man whose admiring the mark on your neck. Despite the loving caressing of his hand along your neck, the glare of Satoru Gojo was just as frightening as the killer sitting across from you.
âI donât know I think thatâs all the more reason!âÂ
You couldnât restrain yourself from silently pleading with Suguru looking deeper into the house where Choso disappeared with the older woman. Suguru sent a hand through his unrestrained hair as he sighed.
âIâm not pleased with you (Y/n). Telling on us like you did someoneâs got to pay.â
You could hear Gojo smirk behind you.
âSo what do you say, babe round 3 of our favorite Halloween Night?â
Suguru released his locks as he mockingly stuck his nose to the sky,âIâll think about it.â
Suddenly the rickety old house shook from a plane overhead; thinking nothing of it you expectantly looked at Suguru who seemed to be debating. Only for him to abruptly stand and make his way to the door. Satoru hopped up with you in tandem refusing to let you walk on your own without him clinging onto you.
They both made their way to the back porch where the very plane youâd refused to ride a day ago was releasing its stairs. With the steps fully extended Satoru tugged you along as Suguru began to ascend. With the question of Chosoâs life still hanging in the balance you dug your feet into the ground pointing at the house which Satoru barely acknowledged until youâve turned yourself in his direction.
âWait! My bags! Choso has my bags!â
That had Suguru coming down the steps faster than you could turn; feeling that familiar grip on your jaw as he forced your gaze on him.
âYou donât get to choose if we bring that with you. I didnât get to choose what I got to bring when you sent me to that cell. â
You held your gaze as you stood your ground, âNot him. Be mad at me! Not him.â
For a moment those black depths flashed with something violent; a glimpse of what hundreds had seen in their last moments.Â
It wasnât for you but how could you know that?
Suguru sighed lessening his grip on your jaw, using both his hands to hold your face. Running his thumbs along the creases of your face as if he had to remember the texture of your skin against his own. Since his reunion with Gojo, he fought tears, pulling you into a hug. One you returned on instinct, somehow even with the blood splattered on his face with the mask of a serial killer hanging on his head he was still your friend. As Gojo closed in from behind you you reminded that you felt the same for him; more than certain that youâd be rendered the same helpless witness to the deaths of so many friends. It would always end this way.Â
with them at the end of the blade, with the power theyâd always have.Â
Satoru settled a hand on your waist and his other on Suguruâs face, his smile as warm and welcoming as the day you first met.Â
âCome on you two. Letâs spend this Halloween together. Weâll figure out the rest later.â
Finally entering the plane a part of you felt like you lost. That you succumbed to the imbalanced rulers of the system. But the largest part of you knew since youâd gotten involved with these two, youâd been given the footprint of a giant and it really would be better for everyone if you let them win especially this once.Â
At least with certainty, you can say this Halloween no one else is dying because of you.
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Heatwave: Day 5
tw: explicit content, noncon/heavy dubcon. 4k+ words. Satoru/Reader/Suguru poly. afab!omega!reader, alpha!gojo, alpha!geto. yandere gojo and geto.
mind games, de-socialization/infantilization, caregiver/dependency kinks, piss kink, humiliation/control, captivity, stockholm syndrome, physical restraints, force-feeding (briefly), restricted bathroom access, suggestions of heat/breeding/pregnancy, reader has a panic attack.
Prompt: An omega is made to regularly piss themselves to show submission to the alpha(s) around them.
Itâs for different reasons that Gojo and Geto force you to piss yourself during your captivity, but it always ends the same.
Laughter in your ears. A teasing joke â kinder, if it was from Geto â and perhaps they force you to sit there, soaked, for a few minutes until they tire of taunting you and carry you to the bathroom to wash it off.
They never leave you in there unsupervised, so itâs not like youâre ever relieving yourself without either of them present, as awful as the thought is.
That had happened only a couple times, early on.
Gojo had snapped that if you wanted to be left alone so badly, then heâd do it, even as Geto frowned in disapproval.
Heâd continued to deliver you meals but otherwise went along with Gojoâs plan⊠even though you were chained to the bed, unable to so much as go to the bathroom on your own volition.
It was in part due to your own pride that you didnât ask one of them to help you. You held it as long as you could â surely Geto would have to know.
Heâd even asked if you needed anything one day in, and you were just about to ask him to take you to the bathroom when someone â Gojo, presumably â dragged him away.
Then youâd been left in the humiliating position of being forced to soil yourself. Literally, thereâd been nothing else you could do. Â
Afterwards, youâd gone on something of a hunger strike. Couldnât have your bodily functions and sanitary conditions held hostage if you didnât eat or drink, right?
You would have been proud of how long you lasted, were it not for how it ended.
It was hard â very hard â to keep on declining food after Gojo started to get desperate, realizing that you really were starving yourself.
He started bringing you offerings of all the best food and drink you could think of. Tempting you with a picnic on the balcony, what wouldâve been the first fresh air youâd gotten since they kidnapped you.
That might have been his rut coming on, which would explain his shitty attitude. Being possessive over Geto, over you.
Wanting to provide for you, feed you, growing utterly distraught that you refused to eat the food he presented. Going through a thousand options to please you, like you were his mate.
He was scary. Gojo had always been scary, so upfront and outright with his desires, so unwilling to ever hold anything back.
And it pleased you, somewhere in the dark part of your heart, to make your displeasure â your rejection â so plainly known to the alpha before you.
Later you'd realize that Geto was the scary one. Heâd come in one last time, made a final offering and a strict but firm warning.
You turned him down again and heâd returned with a cloth soaked in chloroform.
When you woke up, it was to a tube down your throat and your arms and legs strapped down.
Geto waiting patiently at your bedside for you to wake up, shushing you as you struggled and tried to choke it out, holding your head down gently so you didnât hurt yourself.
He cooed that you were just so helpless, you couldnât take care of yourself, couldnât even eat without being made to, so you absolutely needed to be taken care of.
Couldnât you see? This was for your own good. You were literally starving yourself, and for what?
Geto reeked of alpha pheromones, which was worse. While Gojo had been inconsolable, seeking your approval and acceptance, Getoâs scent was all delight and satisfaction at having given you what you needed.
Your alpha who knew what was best for you, better than you did yourself, and he was easily able to wrestle his stubborn little omega into submission.
It hadnât been all his patronizing rambling and smug proclamations.
It had been the fact that you were physically incapable of talking back, telling him he was wrong, telling him you were starving yourself because they did shit like this and you didnât want to fucking LIVE LIKE THIS â
The fury had choked you, leaving you coughing around the tube for Geto to fuss over you some more, inordinately pleased with the situation.
Heâd left you with the tube for two days. Youâre sure he would have done it longer, would have left you miserable and uncomfortable like that, forced you to soil the special bed padding made for elderly patients, forced you to endure even more sponge baths like you were an actual invalid.
But Satoru whined about how lame it was to have to change and clean and check your tubes instead of sharing a nice meal together, how boring it was that he couldnât speak with you, that youâd definitely learned your lesson now, right? Right?
You werenât even embarrassed to nod as they both stared at you. Look me in the eyes, darling. You wouldnât put us through that again, right?
Put THEM through it. Like you werenât the one starving, locked in a room, treated like an actual fucking animal for not wanting to be cozy with your captors.
Itâs worse because it plays into your instincts. Thatâs why they have these expectations, why they go along with all these insane things.
At first youâd been angry, as reluctant as any abductee would be, but the longer you were exposed to their scents, the more you grew accustomed to them.
The more they tried to take care of you, the more you wanted to let them. Two beautiful, strong, lovely alphas who wanted so badly to be good to you, isnât that what any omega would want?
They knew it, too. That was the worst part.
Your heat was coming up, the first since theyâd taken you away, and you werenât proud or delusional enough to think youâd make it even a day without begging one of them to knot you. If Geto wanted to hold out, you knew Gojo would give in, all you had to do was whine for him.
It fucking stung, the fact that youâd already thought about it so thoroughly. It stung to know their plan was working, that you knew and expected yourself to fuck them during your heat, even as sexual encounters with them became more and more commonplace.
None of them were really consensual, but you werenât confident calling them rape, either.
Not when they always did stop when youâd asked them to, even once or twice when youâd wanted it bad so so fucking bad.
Pheromones hot and sticky in the air, the scent of pleasure and desire tugging you in. Making everything perfect and right and safe with your alpha for just a few precious moments.
Just by his scent, you knew the alpha was just on the cusp; it was the most arousing thing youâd ever felt in your fucking life and everything inside you screamed to make them cum and give you more of those comforting, arousing, pleasurable pheromones⊠and youâd told him to stop anyways.
Just to prove that you didnât actually have any power, this was all because of them. They were in control and theyâd fuck you whether or not you wanted them to.
But they did stop.
Even when Getoâs impeccable self-control was in tatters, even when Gojo had gone feral with need fucking you hard; if you told them to stop, they would.
If you told them to get off you, they did. If you said not to touch, then they wouldnât. At least, not for sexual purposes.
It didnât stop either one from jerking themselves to completion in front of you; your alpha moaning and whining with a flushed face as he locked eyes with you.
What a tease, Geto would say, Needy little omega wants me to put on a show?
Gojo was no better, Fuck, babe, you kill me, you really do⊠but what my omega wants, my omegaâs gonna get.
Utterly unfazed by rejection, by denial. It wouldnât even stop him from cumming, from finding release as he gazed at you. The scent of his arousal was more than enough to keep you hot and wanting, hand moving to rub yourself without your permission at the sight.
Sometimes the other one would come and help your partner out, drawn in by the heated noises and obvious arousal thick in the surroundings. Eager to assist with a warm hand or a wet mouth, even locking eyes with you while he did it.
Something dark and possessive flaring inside you at the sight of the alpha that had been inside you seconds ago brought to completion by another.Â
Something almost worse filling your core with heat at the sight of your alpha being ravished, and another alpha your alpha fluttering his lashes at you as if to say donât you want to be next? Next to cum, next to us? Inside us, around us, a part of us, like weâre entwined now?
Insane. Insane insane insane theyâre driving you insane with this behavior. This façade of care and consideration.
Like youâre really lovers except for how youâre not allowed to choose what room you want to be in at any given time.
You canât go to the restroom without permission. Canât eat except for what they feed you. Canât pick what show to watch, canât go on the internet, canât read a book or do anything to entertain yourself without their say-so.
Theyâve arranged it somehow so that one of them is always with you. Even your bedtime â in the king-sized bed in the main room of the penthouse â is determined by them. No doubt they schedule it intentionally, so that if they both need to be gone, youâll be asleep.
You canât choose anything for yourself, but thatâs not an omegaâs place. Your alphas will present you with everything you need or want. Itâs their duty to know you well enough to keep you satisfied always.
And when you do need to make a choice, when you need that element of control, theyâll give you the options to pick from, so you donât get too overwhelmed.
Fucking archaic. No one thought that way about omegas anymore. No one treated omegas â anyone Ââ like that anymore.
Nobody but Gojo and Geto, the only alphas in the world with both the power and the perceptiveness to provide so perfectly and so thoroughly.
But even those little moments where they offer you some choice, something theyâll actually follow through with, where your opinion truly counts â even that is just the illusion of power. They decide what to give you, when to give it to you.
And they do what they want, ultimately, hence the current situation. They like to make you drink, bring you glasses of water throughout the day for you to finish, âkeep you hydratedâ, and itâs laughably transparent what itâs in the service of.
But what can you do? Theyâve proven theyâre not afraid to force things down your throat. This is infinitely more comfortable than the alternative.
Sometimes if you complain enough theyâll bring you something other than water. Once or twice, Geto would let you pick â âApple juice or orange, darling? You can always still have water, if itâs too hard to choose.â â and to your utter despair, you felt grateful.
Gojo, you think, genuinely gets off on the scent of your piss.
Heâs a bit of a freak, though youâd known that from the beginning. Prone to nuzzling into the scent glands on the side of your neck while he took you from behind against some surface.
Inevitably, he pressed you into it, hard enough to pressure your lower abdomen. Between the pressure of his cock filling you entirely, and the press from outside your body as he fucked you against it, all you could do was whimper.
âS-Satoru,â Heâs nicer when you call him by his first name, âSatoru, please, please, I â I have to go â â
Another thrust, hot, heavy, harder than the rest you think, a grin you can hear, teeth against your ear, âIâve got you, baby.â
âEugh â please Satoru I canât hold it â â
âIf you gotta go, baby, go,â He purrs into your ear, âJust follow your instincts. You can do that, right? Just let go.â
His words make it all the harder to hold back, the innate desire to please an alpha surging through you as your release approaches.
And youâre close, too, about to cum even as you can feel the urge to pee swelling with it. Itâs gross, it feels awkward, but you just want it to be over â
âAww, little omega needs some help? Let alpha help you along~â
Fingers trace over your clit and you squeak, Gojo just laughs while he rubs tighter against you, bringing you all the way over the edge. You cum with a cry, a shudder, clinging to him at your involuntary, humiliating release.
âThatâs it, there you go, baby,â He pants, deep breaths as he thrusts his own release into you, âPiss all over my cock. Mark your territory. I can smell you.â
Heat shoots up your body, your cheeks. A sigh of relief as your bladder empties itself. Burning shame. It roils, churns; your thighs feel sticky with more than just cum.
You quiver, burying your head in his neck to avoid the smell. Gojoâs scent is sweet with delight as he rides you through the aftershocks.
He strokes your back while he coos, âThere you go, wasn't that nice, baby? Didn't that feel good? Donât worry, just leave the rest to your alpha.â
He made you do this. But itâs no use getting angry, tensing up or doing anything, really. Your omega instincts are telling you to give in, go limp and obedient and heâll take care of you.
And you do. Itâs either that or soak in your own piss. Gojoâs breaths are deep and he hardens inside you at the scent in the air, and all you can do is whimper.
You donât complain when he fucks you again in slow strokes to avoid overstimulating you. When he gets fully hard again, youâre starting to clench against your will, and he starts pressing into your clit again in short circles.
His fingers are wet, warm, and itâs not long before he brings you to another peak, warbling high, soft noises while he purrs in satisfaction.
You try not to think about the mess on the inside of your thighs, on his cock. Gojo brings his finger from your clit to his mouth. Blue eyes boring into yours, grinning, while he licks it clean.
So you wait a little while before you whine at Gojo, âBath,â leveraging the alphaâs need to coddle you.
It usually works. Youâre usually only made to sit in your disgust for a few moments of hot, sticky, uncomfortable pleasure before he scoops you up and takes you to the bathroom.
You have a surprisingly thorough skincare routine. Geto likes routines, you think, and Gojo likes sweet-smelling soaps and lotions, and they both like pampering you.
Pretending that youâre their sweet little omega girlfriend they spoil rotten instead of a prisoner who canât leave.
It could almost be nice. Gojoâs large form in the tub beside you as he carefully scrubs you clean, massages his favorite fruit scented shampoo into your hair.
Grooming you with a diligence that you wouldnât expect from him, all soft hands and gentle circles. Rinsing everything out.
Your tongue darts out over your lips, purely reflexive, as he cleans you up. For his part, Gojo doesnât even try to resist the desire to lick over your scent glands when he towels you dry.
You smell like him, after. It makes him hard, but itâs easy to make Gojo hard, like thatâs his default state whenever youâre around.
Your bare neck does things to him, you think. Itâs stranger that smelling Gojo on you makes Geto hard, when he comes in to make sure he's following your routine correctly.
Gojo kisses at the corner of your mouth before he pops out the cleanser. You sit down obediently for him as Geto walks in, like he can tell youâre going to be put to bed soon.
They fuss in unison; Geto wants a leave-in conditioner for your hair, Gojo thinks thatâll weigh it down. Taking turns massaging your face, your hands, with one product or another. You feel like a doll sitting there â they certainly treat you like one.
Neither of them ask for your input on anything. Gojo styles your hair as he likes, using the hair dryer on you. The one time he hadnât, Geto threw a fit, saying you could catch a cold.
It feels nice. Hands running through your hair, brushing it. You could almost catch yourself purring. And then Geto will mention a trim, of Gojo will suggest some styling, and youâll remember with frigid clarity that itâs not really your hair anymore. Just the hair on their pretty little omega doll. Â
Frighteningly, the thought makes you wet, sometimes. Sometimes you think youâre conditioned to get wet when you feel helpless, because thatâs the only useful thing you can do. Get wet enough to make one of your alphas purr and kiss and fuck you into blissful comfort.
Gojo thinks itâs cute, thinks itâs darling, heâll usually give in to you right away.
Geto actively tries to make you feel helpless. You think thatâs what it is, when he makes you piss yourself, thatâs what he gets off on. Making you drink more and more, knowing you canât really refuse. Asking you to hold it just a little longer.
âCome now, we donât want to make a mess, do we? Just another minute, little omega.â Geto likes it when you make a mess.
Or rather, he likes when you need him to clean you up. When you need him, in general.
âNeedy little thing.â He sits you on his lap. The arm wrapped around your waist pressing against your abdomen. âOne more minute, love, then weâll head to the bathroom.â
He doesnât encourage you like Gojo, but he wants the same thing. Youâre not sure which one you hate more. Heâs only pretending to fix your hair. Gojo and him are the only ones who see it. Itâs not remotely critical, not like your bodily needs â
But you donât get to decide whatâs important. Geto does, and he says you stay here, even when you desperately, desperately need to go.
âSuguru,â You whimper, squirming. You just want it to be over. âSuguruuuu.â
No pretense, anymore. His hand that isnât constricting your middle darts down between your legs. Rubs your clit over your underwear.
Rock hard. You can smell the arousal on him. But Getoâs worse than Gojo, because Geto doesnât always care about getting off. Sometimes heâs happy just to finger you. Sometimes he either jerks himself or gets Gojo to get him off. Sometimes heâll eat you out for hours, claiming you were too fussy, and if he puts his dick in you, youâre not awake for it.
The scent of his arousal has you dripping quickly, itâs not even worth it to stave it off. The best you can do is get him to do it faster, and even thatâs not really up to you.
The pleasure comes beneath his fingertips, but itâs sharp, tapered by friction, and he keeps a steady pressure around your abdomen that has the pressure building in your bladder. Itâs a painfully familiar feeling.
âHold it.â He commands, your alpha, and you do, you really do. You donât want to piss yourself, but you know he does, and heâs just fucking toying with you while he gets you there. âHold.â
Itâs hard, hard, pulling against the tide, fighting the promise of release that swells beneath his touch. You canât do it long. Full to bursting.
âThere you go, just a little more.â He finally drags his fingers beneath your panties. Youâre ready to start crying. âSo wet. You donât want to make a mess, do you? Just wait a little longer.â
Lying lying heâs lying and the thought makes it so much harder to control but you donât WANT to. You donât!
You really do cry, a sob that catches in your throat when he dips a finger into you and you feel a dam begin to swell against the increased stimulation.
âWhat a good omega,â He purrs, like heâs noticing your discomfort and trying to relieve you, instead of enjoying it, âHold it. Hold it.â
Another finger in. So full, youâre so full, itâs like his cock is inside you, thereâs so much that it hurts, you just want to let go. He starts rubbing faster against your clit, a sweet friction that you have to fight not to buck into, muscles spasming, control faltering.
âSuguru,â Reduced to pitiful mewls. Just how he likes you.
âHold it.â He says, and he knows, he fucking knows, he must know â
Fingers darting deep inside you, arm clenching violently against your lower half. Squeezing, squeezing, so hard, all while he pinches tightly at your clit. White hot pleasure pours through you, heady, flooding, and all you know is relief.
âOh,â He says, like heâs surprised, even though you can feel his smile widen against your neck, âOh, poor little omega. Had an accident, have you? Itâs all right. Itâs okay.â He prods tenderly at your clit, nursing you through it.
âI know how it is. You canât help it, can you, baby?â He kisses against your neck from the left. âPoor thing. Donât worry. Your alpha will take care of it. Itâs only natural, silly little thing like you, you just couldn't help yourself.â
Itâs a constant refrain they both like to repeat. Not to be ashamed of your instincts, your body, your needs.
You know why. To your great misfortune, you were born an omega, and so once you go into heat youâll be struck with the insatiable desire for their knots, and itâs in their best interest for you not to resist that.
The less you resist, the better the chances their claiming bites will stick. Gojo already loves to chew at the glands on your neck â you think heâs even âcalledâ the right side, gnawing at there lazily while Geto is in the room.
For Gojo, itâs just dirty talk, but Geto likes to lecture you. Thereâs no one in your tiny world who has any level of disgust for your bodily functions.
Theyâve seen it all, seen you helpless, sick, all kinds of messy, and they loved you, loved taking care of you. It was an honor for them to see you so vulnerable, an honor only your alphas deserved.
Sometimes he calls it desensitization training, like thereâs a purpose to making you piss yourself besides getting high on control and making you humiliate yourself into submission to their whims.
But you do think thereâs more to that for Geto.
If they had their way, youâd be a complete degenerate, an invalid, helpless by choice and totally disinterested in changing that.
A spoiled, mewling omega just a few steps away from ferality. They already donât let you do much on your own, attending to even the simplest things all by themselves.
Knowing only to whine for your alphas to entertain you, provide for you, comfort you, because thatâs all you ever needed to do. Utterly incapable of functioning in normal society, and unable to see anything wrong with that.
Itâs coming. Soon. You know it is, and youâre sure they do, too. Geto in particular probably knows your body better than you do; probably tracks your hormones and cycles, may even be feeding you suppressants or stimulants.
You can only pray heâs bothered to give you contraceptives, too. Gojoâs a lost cause, heâs probably chomping at the bit to put a baby in you, but Geto would at least be concerned with the implications.
Theyâd chained you to the bed and locked you up for a couple days alone but they couldnât leave you alone if you were pregnant. Their instincts just wouldnât permit it.
Thinking about it makes you shake, uncontrollably. In your shared bed, in their arms, even with their voices cooing in your ear and their purrs and cuddles desperately soothing you.
Your heart trembles. Your heat is coming, itâs coming, and after that you could get pregnant.
They couldnât leave you alone if you were pregnant. No alpha would ever be able to tear themselves away.
Alone, alone, locked in that tiny room. Chained up. You couldnât even relieve yourself. Stuck in your own filth, abandoned by your alphas, the ones who were supposed to love you, protect you, provide for you.
They couldnât, they wouldnât. No alpha could abandon their omega. But they had once. They had once. They do whatever they want with you, no matter how much you hate it.
You tell yourself desperately you donât want to be bred, and even you canât tell if you mean it, excuses flashing back and forth in your mind.
What if they got you pregnant and decided you didnât deserve their company? Decided you werenât grateful enough for the calming presence of an alpha during your most vulnerable time? What if they thought youâd look cute, all pregnant and desperate and crying for them?
Thereâs no fix for this, nothing you can do about it, theyâve taught you that you canât control anything in your life anymore.
Realization after realization crashes down, each little thing, canât stop them from leaving, canât stop them from breeding you, canât stop them from fucking you in your heat, canât do anything canât you canât you canât â
Theyâre going to leave you. Youâll be heavy with child, longing for comfort and affection.
Theyâre going to make you need them. Theyâre going to make you weak in the worst possible way. Theyâre going to use it to hurt you.
Jerking, sniffling. Someone comes closer â itâs warm, paler, probably Gojo â but the shivering just gets worse.
Come closer, leave you alone. Theyâll do whatever they want to do. Youâll just have to accept it.
Theyâre going to leave. Leave you alone. All alone. All by yourself. Locked up, in chains, unable to do anything. They made you need them and theyâre going to leave â
Wetness pools in your eyes, and you blink it away without really trying, without noticing so much how the tears roll down your cheek.
The numb terror overwhelms everything. Cold, itâs cold, and somehow so hot. Your heart is trying to bolt out of your chest.
A name you distantly recognize as yours rings in your ears, but you donât notice, donât understand.
Youâre too busy trying to breathe through all your panting, all the adrenaline rushing through you with the panic.
You feel helpless, completely helpless. Pinned between the two of them.
Larger, stronger, alphas who can subdue your resistance just by existing, emitting pheromones that send you into dizzy complacence or heady lust.
Alone. Alone, alone, theyâre here now but itâs not because you want them they donât care what you want they do what they want you canât have anything canât do anything you canât you canât you canât.
The thoughts coil endlessly through your mind, spinning, spinning, spinning in place. A hand rubs against your back, a desperate purr in the distance.
Background noise. You're alone, trapped in your head, trapped with thoughts that won't stop coming.
Spiraling despair that just goes deeper and deeper, new fears unearthed with every thought.
You feel like throwing up.
Would they feel like cleaning you up? Youâd be at their mercy, caked in your own vomit.
You feel like youâre dying.
Mabe you are. Maybe this is how they kill you, from the inside out.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#omegaverse#satoru gojo#satoru gojo x reader#satoru x reader#gojo x reader#satoru smut#gojo smut#suguru geto#suguru geto x reader#suguru x reader#geto x reader#suguru smut#geto smut#satoru x suguru#stsg smut#satoru x reader x suguru#gojo x reader x geto#poly!reader x character#alpha!satoru#alpha!suguru#omega!reader#afab!reader#yandere satoru#yandere gojo#yandere suguru#yandere geto#is that everything? tagging on this site is miserable i swear#ao3 my beloved...
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guilty pleasure!!
this concept took over my brain i fearâŠ..
warnings!: SMUT, porn with very little plot, not proofread + i was in a rush writing this so :p, pathetic gojo :))
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ex bf! satoru who texted you begging to fuck
ex bf! satoru whoâs only at your house right now because you (unfortunately) realized you needed him to cum
ex bf! satoru who (despite your protests) insists on fucking in missionary because âseeing your face will help him get off fasterâ
ex bf! satoru whoâs usually so dominant and cocky in bed but is groveling the moment heâs inside of you
ex bf! satoru who whispers the sweetest words in your ear only for you to push his face away with a strained âshut upâ
ex bf! satoru who leans in to kiss you only to catch your cheek or neck when you turn away from him
ex bf! satoru who can only whimper out âi love youâs when he gets close, silently begging you to return the words
ex bf! satoru who cums as soon as you finally pull him in for a kiss, whining a âthank youâ against your lips
ex bf! satoru who you want to kick out as soon as youâre done, but you canât help but melt into his warmth. maybe one night wouldnât hurtâŠ
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo satoru#gojo x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#NEEDED to get this out asap#it literally took over my brain#was originally gonna post a poly!stsg thing butâŠ#i got carried away so itâs not done yetâŠ..
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I have so much stsg x reader content in my drafts, you all are in for a TREAT
#stsg x reader#stsg#poly satosugu#poly stsg x reader#satosugu x reader#gojo x reader#geto x reader#vernasce updated#vernasce blogs#vernasce#vernasce updates#gojo x reader x geto#the way I don't even actually ship them like that#LMFAO#but love the concept#they're literally my muse
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compared to satoru, you give suguru a larger margin for a lot of things. you are more forgiving when suguru fucks up instead of when satoru does. why? because satoru is your safety net the same way you are suguruâs. you canât handle it when you feel a frog in your throat at the words of satoru. in a way you could say that itâs perfectly balanced. suguru leans on to you (more) and satoru, and you lean on to satoru (more) than suguru.
satoru also, leans on to you (more) & suguru both. when that dismantles; so does everything around you. in a way you have higher expectations from the honored one just like everyone else around him. does he suffer sometimes because of it? absolutely â do you also love him more because of it?
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I need your thots on house husband geto,,how he cooks and cleans and all he asks from you is a kiss every now and then [ever since i read nitc all i've been thinking about is how he asks rip!mc for a kiss in exchange for anything]
ohhhhhhhhhhhh
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"You don't cook at home?"
When Shoko had dragged you out to a girl's night with some of her old friends from medical school, citing that Satoru and Suguru had kept you cooped up in the apartment for themselves for too long, this was not a question you anticipated to be answering. At first you were overwhelmed. It was a large gathering. Ten became eight, and eight had dwindled to six and then four. Right on the verge of retiring for the night, conversation had shifted to the topic of boyfriends and relationship woes.
And now three pairs of eyes look to you. An amused chuckle escapes Shoko's lips, a lit cigarette neatly slotted between her lips.
You blink, embarrassment washing over you. "Iâwell." You stare down at your lap. "I'm not really that good at cooking...so my boyfriend...does all the cooking."
Suguru does the cooking. And the laundry. When Suguru's away, Satoru takes care of it. Satoru washes the dishes. Cleans. He sweeps and vacuums and tidies after the kids. You had tried to help, once, but Suguru had directed you away, and now the realization is quickly dawning on you that it may have been because you are simply incompetent at housework.
You may not be able to cook, but nobody is incompetent at cleaning!
ExceptâŠmaybe you. You donât know. Youâve never needed to clean. Nothing more than a perfunctory clean every once in a while when you lived alone. You werenât a messy person. Shoko remarked often that your first apartment was cleaner than it had been when you had originally moved in.
"How sweet," Kuriyama sighs out. "My boyfriend can't even cut a vegetable! He cooks for you? Everyday?"
"U-usually," is your response while your mind races, trying to think back to the last time you had helped with anything around the house. Anything.
"The only thing my boyfriend can make is ramen. Not to mention he's super picky about his food!" Mori shakes her head. "He's so difficult! Honestly I think of dumping him everyday for being so incompetent!"
You stare at her.
Shoko clears her throat. "I'm sure itâs not only thatââ
âI agree,â Kuriyama says, nodding, face fiercely determined. âIt gets so tiring sometimes taking care of everything. Maybe itâs time to move on!â She leans in. âYour boyfriend wouldnât happen to have any good looking friends?â
Out of all the reasons that constantly filled your head with why Satoru and Suguru would break up with you, you hadnât expected your inability to do household chores to be one of them.
Incompetent.
Well, it would certainly be understandable. If anything, you think you would prefer them breaking up with you over something as mundane as not being able to do housework, instead of the many flaws to your character. It would settle easier. It would hurt less. Now you just had to prepare yoursâ
âLetâs call it a night!â Shoko interrupts, cigarette disposed, taking you to stand up by the arm. âI have to get her back before people start calling,â she says, interlacing your fingers.
Kuriyama sighs. âJust when we were getting to the best part, Shoko!â
âYeah, yeah,â Mori grins. âYou should come to our next night out. You can invite your boyfriend too! Weâll make an exception!â
Shoko waves them off, pulling you outside the izakaya.Â
âI canât cook either,â she says as the two of you wait for a taxi. You know that. But Shoko bakes. Cookies and cakes and occasionally other baked goods. You spent nights over at her apartment eating cupcakes until late in the morning, watching American dramas and horror movies. Delicious, mouth watering desserts.
âWho expects women to cook nowadays anyway?â
â
When the elevator parts to your apartment, you immediately go to Mimiko and Nanakoâs room and check their pink laundry hamper. Empty. Then to Tsumikiâs room. Empty. Megumiâs room. Empty.
Youâre seated on the floor of Megumiâs room when the door opens again.
âHow was theââ
You push past Satoru to go into your shared room at the end of the hall to check your laundry hamper. Suguru is reading on the bed when you open the closet. Empty. You sit down, knees flush to your chest, dejected.
You donât need to look behind you to know Satoru and Suguru are exchanging glances.
From your knees, you mumble. âDid you do the laundry?â
Itâs Suguru that answers you. âWe just finished a load.â
âOh.â
You sit in silence.
At least, until Satoru gently yanks you up into his arms, and carries you to the bed. You immediately turn face down on your comforter, covering your face.Â
You think they must be having another one of their silent conversations. You squeeze your eyes shut. Tomorrow, you resolve, youâd wash the dishes after dinner.
You hear the door open yet again with Satoruâs departure, and Suguru softly says your name. You sigh, picking yourself up. You really canât refuse Suguru when he says your name like that.
âWhere are the kids?â You ask, even though you already know where they are. Theyâd be back early tomorrow morning, before school.
âEducational overnight field trip with Yaga,â Suguru replies, amused as your attempt to delay the inevitable. He plays along, lightly teasing. âItâs not like you to forget these things.â
You donât meet his eyes. Suguru calmly waits you out until you lamely say: âI donât help around the house.â
You can tell heâs taken aback. âIs that why you were looking forâŠdirty clothes?â
Youâre embarrassed just thinking about it. â...â
âI like cooking,â he says. âI like cooking and watching you, Satoru, Megumi, and the girls enjoy what I make. And I definitely, donât think itâs a burden. We order out a lot too, donât we?â He continues. âAs for the laundry, I grew up doing it with my mother. It reminds me of home.â
You reluctantly look up. Thereâs a soft smile on his lips. âI can wash the dishes.â
He chuckles, hand caressing your face. You nearly close your eyes and lean into it. âYou donât need to. You donât need to do anything.â
You still want to. Try. It makes you feel better. Slightly. The knots in the pit of your stomach loosen. âCan I help you with lunch for the kids tomorrowâŠ?â
He pretends to think about it. The fondness in his barely suppressed expression gives him away. "Maybe if you give me a kiss first."
"Suguru," you grumble.
He only replies with your name, face erupting into a full blown grin.
Your face warms as you lean close and cup his face with your hands, bringing your lips to his. He pulls you on to straddle his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist and breathes you in. His lips briefly part, and you feel his tongue run over your bottom lip.
You pull away, about to rest your face onto his shoulder, into his neck. His dark purple gaze draws you in. âWe can take care of you,â he says, softly. Then he kisses you again, and this time you let him take you apart with his tongue. Against your lips: âWe can take care of you.âÂ
You draw apart, breathless. You pointedly stare at the wall behind him while you attempt to regain whatâs left of your composure. Suguru laughs and presses a kiss to your collarbone, one hand sliding underneath your shirt onto bare skin, thumb lightly dragging over the scar of raised flesh on your side.
âBesides,â he murmurs, lips still attached to your neck. You can feel the slightest kiss of teeth. âSatoru makes more of a mess than the kids. Itâs only right that he cleans up after himself.â
âHey!â The sound erupts from behind the door.Â
You shouldâve known.Â
â
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âIâm so sorry,â you bemoan.
Ten minutes prior, Nanako had run into the kitchen, brush in hand and horrified, ("Papa, something's burning!"), then she had looked at you, brightened in understanding, and called back into the hall: âEverythingâs alright guys!â
Satoru looks over at the unrecognizable charred pieces of salmon on the stove top, face unreadable. Then he shrugs and drops a light kiss on your nose. âYou tried.â
You hide your face in your hands.
You also pretend not to see Satoru discreetly handing Megumi a pack of bills as the kids shuffle out the door for school.
#rip!mc failwife stsg househusbands#what is a man nowadays if he can't cook and clean and do the laundry and the dishes#like c'mon now put 'em to work!!!!!#gojo satoru x reader#geto suguru x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#m.jjk#poly au
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TWENTYFIVEMICEINATRENCHCOAT. DROP ANOTHER SATOSUGU X GN READER FANFIC, AND MY LIFE IS YOURS. (please get the reference)
YOUâRE IN LUCK ANONâŠâŠâŠ. iâm working on another stsg/reader fic rn, just not sure when iâll get to posting it!! but have a snippet from it that makes me feel severely ill ily mwah <333
âi think you need to cry, honey.â â⊠i donât want to.â âi know,â he coos, his voice like honey in your ear, smooth and reassuring. âbut you need to.â you feel him move, behind you, his lips meeting the crown of your head. he exhales against your hair, and you feel yourself crumble â taking a shaky inhale. â⊠and you're going to,â he continues, voice still soft and molten, a gentle command. âfor me.â
#yes itâs hurt/comfort⊠who do u think i am#aaaaaaaa itâs been too long since i posted a poly stsg fic huh??? i miss them :((#just realized this snippet isnât character-specified but i think u can guess whoâs speaking LMAO#i . love him and his honeyed voice :â3#this fic is sooo self-indulgent i need them to dote on me actually#this is what fanfic is for <3#ask tag â©
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âToruâs Girl
Pairings: Satoru x (Fem!)Reader and Suguru x Satoru x (Fem!) Reader
Rating: Explicit 18+
Warnings: Reader is called girl, and girlfriend but is never physically described (besides having eyes lol), masturbation, possessiveness, mentions of inflicting pain, cursefucker!Suguru, mentions of likening oneself to a monster, Suguru smokes a cigarette, Satoru being an asshat. Space cadet, melodramatic Suguru experiencing a bisexual awakening and a breakdown.
Summary: Reader and Satoru Gojo are a new couple, Suguru Geto finds himself jealous of his friends for more reasons than even he knew. Follow Suguru as he unearths his deeper (darker) feelings for his friends.
Notes: All characters are aged up, itâs Jujutsu Tech College over here yâall. This entire fic is inspired by the shower scene, you know the one. The idea for this fic came to me while listening to this song. While writing it, I also thought of and listened to this song and this song.
Satoru is his friend. Suguru stood staring himself down in the mirror, having to remind himself. Sobering himself to his situation. The water on his body cooling, having met the air. It beaded up in his hair and rolled down his back. Grounding himself in his reality. His feet were cold on the tile floor of the bathroom. Satoru is his best friend. The only person that has been here for him. Satoru is the only person thatâs been able to help him get used to the sorcerer world, this reality. So much has changed and it keeps changing. Thereâs nothing left to hold on to. Suguruâs awareness came back to the sound of the faucet still on. He watched the water hurdle down the drain. This time the change wasnât hard to define. But that didnât make it any easier.
Suguru watched your eyes, they were glued to Satoru. All while Satoru yapped on about some nonsense that probably only you could pretend to stomach. He could see his reflection in your eyes. The way the morning sun showed off the twinkle in your eye, Suguru could tell that not only did you want Satoru, but that you are just as much of a smartass as him. He could see the love, desire, and the smug comeback you had for Satoru all before the words left your lips. Suguru could stay lost in your eyes, if they would ever meet his gaze.
âHey, man!â Satoru snapped his fingers in Suguru's face. âAre you sleeping enough lately?â
âYeah, Iâm fine.â Suguru shrugged and leaned back in his seat.
âWeâre getting ice cream before I have to do a field assignment today.â Suguru couldnât tell if you were rubbing it in his face or inviting him to be a third wheel.
âCome with us, get out of your dorm. The rest of your day is gonna be boring anyway.â Satoruâs gorgeous smile was full of teeth that were going to fall out of his head if he continued to let his sweet tooth take charge of his diet. Not that Suguru found himself to be one to talk, he had a collection of unhealthy habits. Maybe thatâs whatâs left of their humanity.
"I've got something better to do today than rot my teeth with you two.â Suguru lied. âBut I'll make time." The smile he faked felt real for a passing moment.
Suguru walked behind you and Satoru on the way to the creamery. He'd gone with Satoru countless times before you started tagging along. So why was he the one "tagging along" now? He watched your hips sway as you walked. It made him sick. He couldn't help but imagine your hips rocking and swaying on his best friend's cock. Satoru's arm around you began to wonder. Groping you in public?! Satoru would be so audacious. The way Satoru's arm fit around you so well left a lonely spot around Suguru. In that moment Suguru wished someone would hold him like that.
You and Gojo split some obscene pile of sugar. Chatting, giggling. You were animated as you talked, it wiggled the booth Suguru was sharing with you. The side of your body rubbed against his. Suguru wanted to plant his hand on your thigh to steady you, to feel you. Suguru questioned if heâd ever find someone like you, or if heâd have to take you. Suguru smirked to himself, he could have you if he wanted to. He fought away the thought. Suguru felt dirty for wanting you so badly. You belonged to Satoru, and as much as Suguru tried to respect that, he couldnât accept it.
Suguru found himself playing along. Pretending that you and he could share Satoru, that you and he could be just friends. He couldnât find another way to have both you and Satoru in his life so why change things? He wouldnât lose his best friend just to have you. Not in his right mind. It was painfully sweet to have the both of you at his side and yet just out of reach. There was no reason to tear down the dynamic you and Satoru had built. You were happy, and Suguru thought he could learn to be. Suguru pulled himself from his thoughts when he noticed the tone of the discussion had changed.
âYou mad?â Satoru taunted you. âAs far as I can tell, you donât have an argument.â Satoru winked at you before going back to his side of the sundae milkshake you were sharing with him. Suguru found it hard to tell when the two of you were flirting or arguing.
âSatoru, you shouldn't pick on your girlfriend. Youâre hardly hearing her out.â Suguru tutted.
âWho else am I supposed to pick on then? You?â Satoru challenged Suguru, a sugarcoated shiteating grin spread across his face. âYa think you know how to treat my girlfriend better than me?â Satoruâs words cut deeper than he knew.
âThatâs enough.â You put your foot down. âThis has nothing to do with what we were debatingâ You rolled your eyes. âI was enjoying our discussion until you two derailed it. Iâm the one whoâs going to have to go deal with some cursed spirit later, can we please just have a nice time?â You reached out and touched both their hands. Suguru smiled and his heart fluttered when you smiled back.
âItâs irrelevant that curses exist in context with the regular public, when they canât even see them. What does it matter that they see us?â Satoru cleared his throat and settled back into the discourse the two of you were having.
Suguru recognized his age-old gotcha question and it was Suguruâs turn to roll his eyes. But he kept his opinions to himself this time. Having already argued that very topic into the ground to no avail, he opted to watch you try your hand at it while enjoying his milkshake.
As the two of you continued to talk at length Suguru couldnât help but start to compare himself to Satoru, and wonder what exactly it was you saw in his best friend. Satoru is smarter, and very handsome in a different way, but Suguru judged himself to be much more charismatic, polite, and in touch with his emotions. All things Satoru lacked. Satoru is shameless, rude, but admittedly confident. Satoruâs confidence and jovialness were definitely his charms. His unique looks were captivating. Satoru has those gorgeous eyes everyone knows about but Suguru wondered if anyone had seen them as up close and personal as he had. Surely no one else has felt how soft Satoruâs tousled hair is, except maybe heâd have let you. So many things are effortless for Satoru, and the long and lean form of his body accentuates his grace, Satoru has poise when he wants to. Other times he does come off as lanky and awkward, its purposeful Suguru supposes, he does it in an attempt to be humorous. Which Satoru is not so effortless in. Suguru treasures how hard Satoru tries to make him laugh.
Suguru shook his head. He lit a cigarette and sighed out his first draw as he watched you kiss Satoru goodbye. You split away from Suguru and Satoru disappearing into the sea of pedestrians, it was just the two of them now. Walking back to campus together. The heartbeat of nostalgia was flatlined with melancholy. It stung in his chest. The ache of carrying unspoken feelings used the smoke in his lungs to tie a knot in his throat. He felt like his hands had rope burn from holding on to old times.
âYou could be here with me right now.â Satoru hinted, a small knowing smile on his face.
âWhat?â Suguru stammered, only having heard pieces of what Satoru said.
âYouâve been stuck in here more recently.â Satoru jabbed his finger at the side of Suguruâs head. âDonât beat yourself up about it.â Satoru shrugged.
âNo worries.â Smoke trailed from Suguruâs mouth.
âYeah, because you definitely do all of that for me.â Satoru wrapped an arm around Suguruâs shoulders. âMaybe I could try doing some of the worrying for you.â Satoru offered.
âNo, Iâm fine.â Suguru instinctually pushed away what was happening as he started to get overwhelmed. Satoruâs eyes wandered behind his heavily tinted glasses. He noticed Suguruâs body language changed into something he didnât recognize. Timidness? It didnât suit Suguru at all.
âThen pretend I didnât say anything.â Satoru sighed. His hand trailed down Suguruâs side. Suguru felt like he was trying to play it cool while a snake wrapped around him. Satoruâs hand settled on Suguruâs hip and Suguru let it stay there.
Suguruâs white knuckle grip clenched the sides of the sink. He thought maybe if he looked hard enough into the eyes of this alternate self standing in front of him that then maybe they could swap places. Maybe then, life would be easier. Life would be different. Why was he here alone in his dorm room? Especially now, when there was a chance in that alternate reality he was peering into, he was in Satoruâs room. No, in this reality he chose to be alone with his spiraling thoughts. What was that? He asked himself for maybe the thousandth time because his feet were too heavy to walk next door and ask Satoru why he did what he did on their walk here. What didnât you see in him that you saw in Satoru? What did Satoru see in him? A friend? Or something more? How would that make you feel?
Wasnât love supposed to be what you and Satoru had? Not whatever feeling was happening to Suguru. Still, the more he felt like a monster the closer he felt to finding what this feeling must be. Suguru often liked to think about his feelings. He liked to find the logic in them, to make sense of things, to make things right. He never thought itâd feel so good to feel wrong. Suguru was never one to let go of his senses. There was always a point, always a cause, always a reason. Something deep inside him was calling on him to let go. Maybe Satoru had finally gotten to him? Satoru never had a cause, never stood for anything but himself. Satoru had you because he was selfish enough to claim you as his. What was love if not the jealousy inside Suguru that had grown large enough to eat you both?
Suguruâs hair stuck to the back of his neck. He pulled his hair into a bun to get it off of himself and peeled off his damp shirt. If he kept thinking about you and Satoru he was going to have to shower for the second time today. His thoughts waivered, flickering between lust and intrusive memories of different exorcisms he had performed. What if he could exorcise you like a curse? What would you taste like? What would Satoru taste like? How would Satoru feel inside him? How would it feel for the two of you to be utterly consumed by him?
âFuck.â Suguru groaned low and breathy when he finally acknowledged how his body was reacting to his thoughts.
Still frozen in the eye of his own storm he could hardly bring himself to move. His hand at his side slowly drifts towards his core. He sighs again as his fist wraps around himself. His hips instinctively rut against his hand. Suguru hisses through his teeth, he opens his eyes he didnât realize he had closed as he tries to bring back a part of him that isnât just an animal. He settles against the cold tile wall of the bathroom, tightening his grip when he decides to fully give in to himself.
He pulls himself free of his pants and already beads of precum throb out of him and flow through the spaces between his fingers. His muscles twitch and his breath shakes as he tames himself. He starts a rhythm thatâs just steady enough to appease himself. His strokes have a twist to them, like heâs wringing the precum out of himself. He moans, biting his lip hard enough for it to sting.
Maybe Satoru had you, maybe Satoru wanted you, but Suguru needed you. Suguru could feel himself losing who he thought he was. Nothing would make sense anymore without you, without Satoru. Thatâs why he needed you, why he clung to you. Thatâs why heâd dig his nails into you until he drew blood, just to hear you scream his name. His cock pulsed in his hand at the thought. He scraped his thumbnail up from the base to the tip, following the engorged vein up his shaft.
The sounds of pleasure bounce off the bathroom walls, echoing around Suguru. He was surrounded by himself in more ways than one. His movements become sloppier, his rhythm increases to a brutal pace, the same way he imagines heâd fuck you. Overpowering, all consuming, a force youâd be powerless against. Suguru could hear you brainlessly begging as he fucked you stupid. He bet Satoru never hurt you, but he would, and youâd love it.
Suguruâs movements became erratic, his chest heaved and his mind raced. He was reaching a fever pitch and balancing on a razor sharp edge. He could feel the ghost of Satoruâs hand on his hip. He could see in his mind Satoru knelt before him. Suguru envisioned you next to him with a look of post-orgasm high kissing up and down his neck, all while your boyfriend Satoru sucked him off. Satoru was so high above everyone. Satoru was unreachable, and untouchable. If Satoru ever stooped down to Suguruâs level, Suguru would make him live to regret it. If it was a fair fight, Suguru would win. If Satoru ever showed a shred of humanity Suguru would crush it between his teeth and revel in the feeling of it oozing down his chin and neck. Heâd make Satoru what he knew he was really born to be, the strongest curse of them all.
Suguruâs breathing stuttered at the thought of the two of you becoming curses, and living under his control. The two of you belong to him. A low moan rattled his chest as he came hard. Thick ropes of white cum spurt onto his chest. One lands on his chin, another on his chewed and swollen bottom lip. His tongue lazily swipes it up as he opens his mouth panting to catch his breath. He groans and peels himself off the wall. Leaning forward he turned the faucet handle to start a shower.
#stsg#satosugu#poly satosugu#jjk smut#jjk fanfic#suguru x reader#suguru x you#geto x reader#gojo x reader#gojou satoru x reader#jjk x reader#satosugu x reader#geto smut#getou suguru smut
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Could you write a continuation of yandere satosugu where the reader lived and they try everything to help her get better and care for her?
| making up for mistakes | yandere satosugu x reader |
-> continuation of the first part: link đ
you had survived the almost suicide attempt you so carefully & yet so carelessly attempted. you were sure you werenât getting up after this. damn it you made sure to hit your head hard, you could see blanks, you could see stars in your eyes until it all faded to a peaceful nothing-ness.
now, youâre awake again. nothing hurts. you know they mustâve told their friend shoko to aid in your injuries. you feel like youâve woken up from a long slumber. unwanted as it may be⊠it does make you feel eerily refreshed. you stretch your limbs from the bed, theyâre going to kill you for this. kill you for hampering with their property. oh well â at this point youâre fine with it. whatâs it going to do? hurt you. pain is all there is they could ever offer anyways. maybe you can scream out and wish it gets over. thatâs all you set your mind to.
you look to the side, the curtains are open and there is a little drizzle of snow. it brings a smile to your face. what if you hadnât been kidnapped? it wouldâve been so fun to hop into one of the lovely cafes you like & order some hot cocoa. put both your hands and wrap them around the ceramic of the hot cup and exhale in utter relaxation of the aroma the sweet cafe has to offer. oh⊠happy days.
its nauseating what your life is now, wrapping a blanket around yourself and checking down below. you are wearing clothes, decent clothes⊠not the sultry, slutty ones that satoru forces you to wear. you feel like you could throw up when the reminder occurs again. beaten up like you were nothing but an animal, throwing up in pain and anxiety--
"there we go! princess! awake! oh my god!" satoru comes in and hugs you tightly, his bulky arms wrapping against you, he doesn't let your mind have the time to panic. besides, satoru was... not the one who inflicted you that pain. even though he did nothing about it, in a moment of pure misery, your mind would latch on to him for comfort. "baby- you scared daddy, please don't do that ever again. fuck! i thought i lost you." you could hear the heartbeats on your snow haired man, they were ragged and reminded of the same panic you once bore.
"sorry." your eyes lack all emotions, just a soft murmur escaping you. the haunting realization that you were alive was eating you up. even so, it was your soul that had died. it's the dejected way you answered that makes satoru panic even more. immediately at your knees, leaning against your thighs and mumbling soft apologies, tears wetting your skin. "please baby, I'm so sorry, i should never have let that happen... you did a mistake that's all! you- you- pissed us off." he shakes his head, hugging you tightly.
your hands robotically landed across his hair, caressing. "it's okay, i did wrong, i understand."
your responses were making him nauseous, he hated seeing you in pain, but suguru always says its something that's needed. why is it needed? you're not an animal, are you? the ways with which satoru and suguru try to 'discipline' their toy they are delusional enough to call their lover is insane.
"i got breakfast, little one." now, your heart sinks. you hear the voice of the man who did this to you, mothering, now that his rage is faded into pure, eviscerating guilt. "you have no idea the joy it gives me seeing you awake." suguru hums, and you latch onto satoru, hugging him tightly. satoru's heart skips a beat. this was not the first time you had reached out to him, yet, you did it by your own. it gives him a sick sense of protectiveness. "he wouldn't do anything to ya baby, suguru loves you too." he reminds, looking at a devastated suguru.
"please don't hurt yourself again, angel" suguru hums, leaning in and kissing your forehead. it makes you sick to your stomach, how they treat you right now. you know that whatever you did yielded no results. and they are ever so careful about the same. you're pretty sure you'd have either of them by your side at all times.
"let's go and eat, suguru's made your favorite!" satoru chirps, happily holding you princess-style and going to the dining area. your eyes wandered to the other room on the way, the same room where this all happened, it's making you panic internally. the grotesque reminder of how they treated you. you're about to throw up again.
as soon as satoru puts you down, you run to throw up in disgust, nothing comes out except a few drops of water. your stomach is empty as is. a large, looming hand caresses your back. "I'm sorry, angel. please relax." suguru-- it's suguru...
"i'm sorry." you answered, "i am so sorry." you nodded to get back to the dining area, you should know better than to be with satoru. its not like suguru wouldn't do anything he wants anyways... you'd just like to have some comfort over it.
luckily for you, the breakfast went fine, you were eating quietly, while satoru just observed you. how uncomfortable you looked, the subtle shift in your demeanor. every tiny thing. suguru is essentially doing the same, gazing at your way and observing you. "you look beautiful." suguru comments, and you force a smile from the deepest pits of your psyche. "thank you, suguru."
you know he's ticked off, you need to call them 'daddy' and you're here, addressing them by their first names. sigh... they just have to help you heal, there isn't anything they can do about it really. they pushed you this far, and they should make up for it.
however, as days turn into weeks, satoru and suguru are forced to face the haunting realization that your mental and physical health is worsening. you barely eat, barely talk... you just, stare into the nothingness of empty spaces. satoru has avoided missions to take care of you. he is by your side, sleeps next to you, kisses your forehead, helps you take a shower. while earlier, you tried to at least pretend and work with it. answer however you could, talk to them, fake your smiles, now its nothing. you barely talk.
this time, satoru has a mission to take care of, but suguru is the one who's spending time with you. gently placing you on the bathtub, caressing your forearm, massaging it, decorating it with petals. "there we go little girl, there we go. feels nice?" he coos, and when you don't respond, sighs weakly. he wishes he could at least hear something out of you. when he sees you immersed in auto-pilot, he hums by himself; "yes, yes it is." he has to talk to himself in hopes that its you talking to him. "you know, me and satoru... we were thinking a trip to Italy sounds nice, or maybe Paris.." you used to love travelling, he hopes that would utter out a response from you. NOTHING comes out of you however. that makes suguru's heart break a little, "or maybe, anywhere that you like." he hums, sighing.
"angel?" he asks softly, leaning in and kissing your neck, maybe that would at least earn some leaning back. your resistance...
none.
"talk to me for fucks sake!" suguru snarls, glaring hard at you. you don't even flinch at that, contrary to your earlier flinching and tweaking. a sigh escapes him and then comes bubbling tears. he has truly fucked you up. the haunting realization finally hits him. he can't live with it anymore... it's choking the very fiber of his being.
the rest of the shower passes by in a haze, and suguru is quiet, tears dripping from his face. "what should i do so that you become normal again?" he asks again, pouting and begging with his eyes. no response...
he gets up after tucking you in bed. the dark circles in your eyes are an explicit example of how less you're sleeping. sometimes you wake up with irritating nightmares, screaming and crying. that's the only moment when satoru and suguru are welcomed by your affections.
suguru sighs, he needs to win you this time. or maybe... what's that called? stockholm syndrome?
or maybe, he needs to discuss with satoru about erasing your memory...
or maybe, he needs a curse that can shove your memory off and then they can date you.. from scratch...
either way, they're not leaving you. anytime soon.
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#yandere jjk#yandere jujutsu kaisen#stsg#satosugu#poly stsg#poly stsg x reader#stsg x reader#yandere stsg#yandere gojo#yandere geto#yandere gojo x reader#yandere geto x reader#gojo x reader#geto x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk angst#jujutsu kaisen angst#jjk gojo#jjk geto
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hot take but:
does anyone have a polyship where you ship character A x character B and character A x character C but you donât ship B and C together
(Thatâs just me with SaShiSu⊠i ship satoshoko so hard, sugushoko is ok (pre geto defection and before he turned racist), but i cannot see satoru and geto being together in any shape or form.)
#anti fandom#anti shipping#i love satoshoko#sugushoko is ok ngl#anti stsg#anti satosugu#anti geto suguru#anti suguru geto#hot take#sashisu#sss trio#satoshoko#satosho#sugushoko#sugusho#and this is coming from a satoshoko/sugushoko/sashisu shipper i like these ships except for satosugu but no gege just made her a third whee#unpopular opinion#opinion#poly ship
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random poly! stsg texts (10)
â minors dni, stsg x afab! reader, stsgussy jokes <3, implied pegging, periods + period coochie eating jokes lmao
đ±: @anthoosies @staryukis @deepenthevoid @bubblez-blop @luvvmae @risuola @bunnymacaron @luvr-exe @snackeyalleyjuice @apatauaia @trafalgarrattata @sataraxia @elleflying07 @toptierbunny @purplegemadventures @whokilledvivi @jumpbackickbackwhiparoundandspin @exinqiu @flvffybunny @leilalilox @babytoshiii @idkluvv @froggkat @princ3ss-juicy @starsharkz @zzzlevislothzzz @sugu-love @peachyaone @doubleebeeff @ivy-vivii @mynahx3 @ratedrrrr @ha-zel-art @hongsxn @tryn-ity @rubyredish @sugurubabe @higuchislut @soraya-daydreams @mochi-islive @shhinigamii @chainswz @krraayy @gameofyarns @chuuguru @wannabemagicalgirlie @marichat0n @venzlenes @cupid3m @itzzmoony @crematho @haruchiy0 @fushiboy @reiluvr @sillysushi @lucysalover @nnasv @domainexpansionmypants @k-cris @sweetiemarina @youremother69 @gyaruismind @hobarihope @lemonysweetheart @bnhaikyu @naurmiak @onepieceformeplease
#poly stsg texts#jjk smau#jujutsu kaisen smau#gojo smau#geto smau#stsg smau#poly stsg#satoru smau#suguru smau#satoru gojo smau#suguru geto smau
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You end up hooking up with Satoru and Suguru, only to get knocked up and have no idea about who the daddy is.đ”âđ« And of course, they both wanna be a part of it. đ
#i'll elaborate on it later i swear#poly stsg x reader save me#geto x reader#gojo x reader#jjk smut#đ§ż.jjk#đ.cellie talks
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NSFW
gojo loves helping you sink down on geto, his chin grazing your collarbone, chest pressed impossibly close, his lips on your neck. his large hands dwarfing your hips, waiting for the way you both quiver before his eyes, the way geto groans, and you whimper. âfuuck.â gojo exhales, before lifting you up and then slamming you down on geto, he smirks at the loud sounds you both make. âyou two are so much funâŠâ
#decided thereâs enough stsg angst so im going to start writing sexy stsg thoughts everyday#or as much as my brain can think of sexy stsg/reader poly thoughts essentially đđ#satosugu thoughts <3#saw a sexy stsg fanart and made up my mind
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