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Thank you for the tag Nae!!!!

No pressure tags!: @linny-bloggs @oporotheca @rawwrrgal @getouyuri @queenyuritheiii + anyone else who wants to join!

Tag chain idea because i'm curious:

Make your OC with this picrew and answer this quiz in character to see what cursed compliment they'd receive!

Here's two of mine:

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Gold Rush. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

By the very nature of his troubled, deranged personality, without even considering any sort of biological factors, dragon hybrid! Satoru was a possessive man. Even as a young boy, he was never quite known for sharing his toys on the playground and that weirdly territorial child evolved into a weirdly territorial manchild who had only gotten a bit better at hiding his hoarding tendencies. Through the years, he had learned how to hide any sort of gold-sick gleam in his eyes and hold back the worst of his draconic instincts. But that didn’t mean they weren’t there. 

And when he finally met you, everything he tried so hard to keep under wraps started to unravel.

You were the cute new hire under some departament or other in his company - a junior analyst with a keychain filled purse, an imaginable amount of trinkets on your desk and a fidgeting stance. On one rainy Tuesday, you just so happened to catch the same elevator as him, sighing over you wet Converses as if you hadn’t just shifted the axis of his entire universe.

One look. One quiet sniff. That’s all it took. 

Suddenly the elevator felt too big - there was too much space between your bodies, an insurmountable and unforgivable amount of centimeters he had to cross in order to gather you in his arms; The smell of your perfume had covered the closed box and overtaken his senses, pupils doubling in size; And the dragon inside of him started purring, not unlike an oversized cat, chuffing and growling something akin to mine, mine, mine, mine…

“I’m sorry?” you asked, suddenly turning your pretty eyes to him. Eyes like jewels, round precious stones like treasures, his to protect, his to own…

Wait. Had he said that aloud? 

You were still blinking at him, clearly waiting for an answer, seeming a bit put off by his intense staring. He coughed, trying to will his voice to work, face flushed for what seemed like the first time in a decade. When you looked at him, half concerned and half freaked out, he did not feel like the confident owner of the building you were both at, he felt like a gangly teen again, fumbling with a crush. 

“Mine, I mean, my!” he said, trying to salvage the situation and a bit of face “My floor, this is my floor, so… Excuse me.” 

You stepped aside and he got out, breathing in the clear ear. Looking back at the elevator, he saw you smile slightly and wave as the doors closed out, effectively taking you away. And that stupid dragon inside him snarled, furious at being deprived of your presence.

Satoru looked around at what was most definitely not his floor, slightly stranded literally and metaphorically, his heart attempting to beat itself out of his chest in tandem with the much less innocent - but still romantic in its own carnal way - hardness in his pants putting the strength of his zipper to the test. He resigned himself to taking the stairs, hoping the seven flights or so would clear his head of the urge to claw his way back to you and let loose everything he had been taught to hold back. But when he finally got to the top floor, sweaty and panting, his thoughts remained on you - the missing gem of his collection.

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smarty pants!

⋆⭒˚.⋆ math nerd!satoru x secretly smart fem!reader

masterlist

genre/tags/cw: non-sorcerer au, university au, nerdjo and his math problems, secretly smart fem!reader that has her struggles, mentions of crying, nerdjo stuttering, angst, eventual fluff, suggestive content, mentions of mental illness

prologue

chapter 1: analyzing…you

chapter 2: missing variables

chapter 3: coming soon…

chapter 4: coming soon…

chapter 5: coming soon…

this is going to be my first fic, kinda nervy…

please like and follow to stay up to date on new chapters!

art by @ leimiruu on x

divider by @uzmacchiato

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BOTTOM GOJO

y'all went a lil feral for satosugu fucking each other while thinking of you so i made you a lil smth

@muli-wam you asked to be tagged <33

“Fuck.” Satoru hisses, fingers curling into the mattress beneath him as Suguru pushes inside again, thick and hot and relentless. It hurts, but he likes it that way. He’s desperate to feel something sharp tonight, something to distract from the empty space in the bed where you’re supposed to be.

He needs Suguru to fill it, to fill him until there’s nothing left to miss.

Suguru groans above him and digs his fingers into the sharp lines of Satoru’s hips.

“God, you’re tight tonight.” Suguru murmurs roughly, leaning forward to bite along the edge of Satoru’s shoulder blade, trailing up to the base of his neck. Satoru shudders and arches beneath him, pushing his hips back sharply to force Suguru deeper.

“You– ahh–  thinking about her too?” Satoru challenges breathlessly, turning his face so his flushed cheek presses into damp sheets.

His eyes are hooded, pupils blown wide, blue irises gleaming sharply in the dim room. He already knows the answer, it's obvious in the way Suguru fucks him like he’s angry. As if they both weren’t already drowning in thoughts of you.

Suguru’s hips snap forward, his next thrust hard enough to punch the breath out of Satoru’s lungs, cock driving deep and harsh, exactly what Satoru wants, sharp, biting, delicious pain laced with pleasure.

“You already know I am.” Suguru growls, mouth trailing up Satoru’s neck, teeth scraping along flushed skin. “Every fucking second.”

The images of you fills both their minds.

The way you looked last week in those little shorts that showed the curve of your ass when you leaned over the backseat of Suguru’s car. The gloss on your lips as you teased Satoru over lunch, that smug little smirk when you noticed him hard under the table. The sounds you make when you moan, about your thighs clenched around Satoru’s head while he digs into your cunt.

It’s driving them fucking feral.

“Wish she was here.” Satoru pants hoarsely, sweat shining down his spine. “Fuck–fuck–  wanna fuck her while you fuck me.”

Suguru’s grip is bruising-tight on Satoru’s hips as he pounds into him deeper. He’s lost all grace tonight, hips slamming forward with primal hunger.

“She’d love it.” Suguru groans. His voice is a dark purr, as if whispering directly into your ear, even though you’re miles away. “She’d sit there on her knees and take it, watching you shake and beg for me.”

The image burns hot behind their eyelids. They know exactly how you’d look between them, your head thrown back, spit-slick mouth swollen, eyes hazy and full of greedy lust.

“Shit, Suguru.” Satoru’s voice cracks, the sound beautifully wrecked.

He’s unravelling fast beneath the force of Suguru’s thrusts, the way each snap of his hips slams white-hot pleasure deep into him. Suguru can feel Satoru's legs trembling, thighs slick with sweat as he tries desperately to keep upright.

Suguru’s palm drags roughly up Satoru’s spine, fingers sliding into the damp hair at the nape of his neck and gripping tight. “You wanna come, don’t you?”

“Please– fuck, please.”

“Not yet.” Suguru rasps. His hand slides around, fingers closing teasingly around Satoru’s throat, pressing lightly. “You wait til I tell you.”

Satoru whimpers brokenly, hips bucking back helplessly. He’s dripping, aching for relief.

Suguru knows this but denies him anyway, makes him suffer beautifully as he drags their shared fantasy deeper.

“You want her so bad it hurts, don’t you, Satoru?” Suguru whispers huskily into the shell of his ear, the harsh slap of their skin echoing obscenely around them. “You miss her pussy wrapped around you, squeezing tight? You wanna see how desperate she’d get watching you beg beneath me?”

“Yes– god, yes–” Satoru moans shamelessly, eyes squeezed shut as he imagines your legs spread, your slick dripping down your inner thighs as you touch yourself watching them. He imagines your flushed face, the way you’d grind against your own fingers, needy and frustrated, dying to join.

Suguru fucks into Satoru brutally, the rhythm slipping into something wild and animalistic. He bites down on the tense muscles of Satoru’s shoulder, and Satoru cries out in sharp pleasure-pain, hips jerking helplessly beneath him.

“Fuuuuck.” Suguru groans thickly, voice strained with effort. “Need her right here, watching me take you apart. Fucking herself watching me ruin you.”

“Yeah–” Satoru sobs breathlessly, lost entirely. He’s so close he can feel himself trembling, hips stuttering weakly as Suguru’s cock drives relentlessly into that perfect spot deep inside him. “God, Suguru, please–”

He can hear the smirk in Suguru’s voice, arrogant and filthy.

“You think she’s touching herself right now too?” Suguru pants hotly against Satoru’s neck. “Thinking of us like this?”

“Yes– fuck, please let me–”

Suguru’s hand finally wraps around Satoru’s cock, strokes hard, once, twice, three times. “Then come.”

Satoru shatters instantly, crying out shamelessly into the mattress, hips bucking wildly as pleasure hits him hard enough to leave him shaking. He spills over Suguru’s fist, hot ropes of cum splattering over sticky fingers, vision flashing white as his whole body goes tight and shaking beneath Suguru’s weight.

Suguru fucks him through every last shudder, chasing his own release with violent, desperate thrusts, growling your name into Satoru’s skin like a prayer, until his hips jerk forward sharply and he comes deep inside with a guttural moan.

They collapse onto tangled sheets, both panting harshly, sweat slicking their exhausted bodies.

For a long while, the room is silent except for their harsh breathing, both dazed by the intensity of what just transpired.

Eventually, Suguru’s fingers brush gentle patterns along Satoru’s hip. And for a long moment, all they do is breathe.

Then Suguru asks, “We’re calling her tomorrow, right?”

“Tomorrow?” Satoru mutters, lifting his head. “I’m calling her now.”

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I just finished apothecary diaries season two, I know the romance is just a subplot but I need more!!!!

(Spoilers below the cut!)

My babies!!! 😭

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BLUEEEEEEEEE HEYYYYY TOTALLY JUST WALKING PAST AND NOT PLANNING ANYTHING SUSPI-

SIKE! *throws dead spider at you and runs away*

Ahhhhh!!! I don’t like spiders!!!

I trusted you Ciggy 😭

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I have the random urge to change my entire layout for no reason

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Life with SatoSugu is always a little chaotic, even when you all sleep. It starts out nice enough, you laying your head on Suguru’s chest and Satoru spooning you from behind. Then you all get mixed up during the night.

In the morning you wake up to Suguru still in his same spot but rolled over on his side, you laying over him horizontally and Satoru on the floor with the blanket around his legs somehow still snoring loud enough to wake the dead.

There is truly never a dull moment with them.

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No thoughts, only the main chorus of "Harley's In Hawaii" (you know which part) by Katy Perry plays in the background as Suguru Geto emerges from a pool or beach, silk hair damped and flipped effortlessly, majestically over his right shoulder and one hand running through the beautiful soaked threads of obsidian. 😩🥴🌊💦🖤

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It always amazes me when a wip is only susposed to be a few thousand words long turns into almost 9k words 😅

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Whenever I see a suguru fanart so good, all I can think of is the best suguru lovers that I know skaksjxjnd. Like I knowwwww your reaction to these will be as VISCERAL as mine. I don't even like suguru as much, but istg there's SOOOMMMEEE fanarts. That just. Hit the spot.

Like sometimes it's not even that special. BUTTT! something about those rings and his tongue and his face just. Mmmmhhhh

Hope you enjoy :)) ❣️❣️

Me after seeing Suguru’s snake bites and tongue piercing:

I very much enjoyed, thank you 🤭

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Researching for fics is fun because now I can tell people about the red light district in the early Edo period at random times

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𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓽𝟏𝟐𝟎 | series m.list

satoru. g/suguru. g/reader street racing au

summary: You’re a street racer with a reputation, and as far as rivals go, Satoru and Suguru are the loudest, most frustrating ones you’ve got. They push your buttons on and off the road, always in your way, always on your tail. It’s supposed to be about the races, but lately, you’re not sure if the tension between you is just rivalry anymore.

tags: street racing au, modern au, rivals to lovers, enemies to lovers, love triangle, pining, slow burn, eventual smut, illegal street racing, angst, emotional repression, internalised homophobia, psychological games, banter and bickering, jealousy, possessiveness, emotionally complicated, sexual tension

smut tags: explicit sexual content, threesomes, degradation kink (mild), dry humping, praise kink, hair pulling, light choking, oral sex, rough sex, spanking, manhandling, overstimulation, semi-public sex, anal sex, (might get updated)

content warnings: drug use, getting high, alcohol consumption, smoking, illegal activity, reckless driving, casual violence, injuries (caused by crashes), mildly toxic dynamics, love/hate relationships, emotional manipulation, morally grey behaviour

index:

*coming soon*

art creds: @/aransmind (on x) | @/hiikeu (on x) | @/LAU_Wang99 (on x)

a/n: i finally picked my pussy up and made it official. five min later update: i got tired of holding my pussy and im gonna put it down so i can play roblox

taglist open! (limited) 9/60

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Apple needs to add more flower emojis rn

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you're given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens but it's sweet to know so. I think you're beautiful inside and out, never forget to love yourself! ❤️

Thank you Lune!!!!! 💕💕💕

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I love starting on crack-adjacent fics because it always get serious later on. My brain doesn’t stay on task, thanks ADHD

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Secretary!Suguru taking care of CEO!Reader on late nights. He doesn’t want you to stay up too late but isn’t close enough to you yet to pull you from your work. So instead he just gets you coffee and makes sure that you don’t sleep in your office. And if you do he takes you home and puts you to bed.

That is just what good secretaries do right?